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testhemess · 3 months

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Genshin characters reacting to GN reader falling asleep.

(Part 2)

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Characters: Xiao, Zhongli, Childe (tartaglia/ajax), Kazuha.

Warnings: Cussing and mentioning thoughts of death [childe], sexual misunderstanding [zhongli]

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Childe

Being in a relationship with the well-known Childe was certainly a hassle in itself. You had many close encounters, causing your poor boyfriend to always be on edge. This also meant you didn't have the luxury of many things, like being alone outside. However, him always working made you lonely so you would often sit outside of his door and wait for him. Soon enough your eyes started to get heavy, sleep quickly taking over.

When Childe opened his door and saw your body limp on the floor, the blood drained from his skin. "Fuck come on (y/n)" he grabbed your body and shook you heavily. The gingers heart was beating hard against his chest as his brain turned into a fog. However, that fog quickly dissipated as you groggily opened your eyes "tartaglia??". He let out a heavy breath as he hugged you tightly "babe I'm gonna need you to never do that again." Before you could ask what happened, he kissed your lips and lifted you up. He placed you down on the couch and plopped his weight on top of you. "Let's sleep before you give me another heart attack"

Kazuha

The ship rocked slowly, the warm sun beating down onto each of the crew members. It was morning time, Beidou had us stop at an abandoned island to grab some fresh fruits, and hopefully, there was some treasure. You had decided to stay back and read your boyfriends poems. There wasn't much for you to do anyways so why not? Soon enough, the rhythmic rocking swayed you to sleep.

Afternoon had hit, the rest of the crew had come back and started to make some lunch. "(y/n)?" A voice called out from the stairs, footsteps made their way to the slumbering body. A bandaged hand grazed your cheek softly, as small kisses peppered your face. Your eyes fluttered open to only be met with loving red ones. "C'mon love, lunch is ready." he said before he kissed your lips lovingly.

Xiao

Xiao was called by Aether, he had a deal with him to where if anything happened to just call his name. He had that for a few people, so you couldn't be angry at him suddenly disappearing. You sat in your room at Wangshu Inn. It wasn't certain if Xiao would come back tonight, but just in case you placed down some almond tofu. As the moon light lit the sky, you laid down in your bed. There had been many times when you had been alone waiting for your demon killer to come back, but it didn't make it less lonely. You closed your eyes and went off to dream land.

The door to your room creaked open, revealing the anemo yaksha. His eyes landed on the tofu and then quickly moved to your sleeping body. Not wanting to waste your delicious food, he took a few bites of the tofu and walked over to you. Carefully, he moved the pillow that you were cuddling and placed himself in your arms. "I'm back, sleep well"

Zhongli

The old archon had been with you for hundreds of years, each chapter making new friends. In this chapter of your life, a devious rich asshole named Childe waltzed in. And now here are the two of you sitting in a private room waiting for the ginger boy to join you. The both of you were reading a book together, your head leaning on Zhonglis shoulder as he read the words aloud. Childe was very late, most likely getting stuck with some authorities. Zhongli took another sip of his tea as he flipped the page of the book.

"He's taking a while, isn't he my dove?" His deep honey-like voice said. However, when he didn't gain a response, he peered down. His golden eyes looked at his beloved, your eyes were closed as you set off to dream land. He carefully moved your body down to his lap as he brushed his lengthy fingers through your hair. (If you lack hair then he softly massaged your head)

Shortly after the one and only Childe slammed into the room, startling you from Zhonglis lap "Oh hoo hooo~ now what were you two doing~~~"

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testhemess · 5 months

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏-𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 …!

featuring! multiple character x fem!reader ☆⌒(>。<)

♡ — content warnings ┊nsfw. dead dove do not eat. stepcest. daddy kink. tummy bulge. dirty kink. degrading kink. praise kink. creampie.

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His muffled grunts filled the air of his bedroom as he held your legs apart to fuck you, your moans were barely hidden by his large hand over your mouth as he continued to pound into you. His cock was reaching the deepest parts of you and you loved it, your back arched off of the mattress with every thrust and you were drooling against his fingers. Your stepdad's bed was soaked in your arousal and it was starting to drip off onto the floor as well, the wet sounds of his hips meeting yours were driving you insane and all you wanted was for him to fill you up with his seed.

"You feel so good, baby girl… taking my cock so well, what a good little slut you are," he whispered into your ear and you moaned around his hand, feeling his hips begin to falter a bit as he neared his release. "Your pussy was made for my cock, you're such a perfect little fuck toy…" he moaned and you couldn't hold back your own release any longer. You cried out against his hand, tears filling your eyes as you came hard on his cock, squeezing him tightly and pushing him over the edge as well.

"Fuck… yes… take it, baby, take daddy's cum, good girl," he moaned, his cock throbbing inside of you as he filled you up with his hot, sticky seed. He kept his hand over your mouth as you moaned at the feeling of his cum filling you, loving the sensation of being full of his seed. "Such a good girl for daddy… look at that cute little tummy." he chuckled softly, running his hand down to your lower stomach and gently rubbing circles over it, pushing against the slight bulge he caused from fucking you so deeply. "So good for me, sweetie. Y' love being your daddy's whore, don't ya?"

TOJI. DOTTORE. childe. scaramouche. NANAMI. choso. SUGURU. wriothesley. SUKUNA. GOJO SATORU.

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testhemess · 5 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!traveller!reader, male masturbation, a little bit of dub con ( him ) at first, handjob, semi public, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day five [ xiao + handjob ]

the night air in Liyue was always so enticing.

a gentle breeze, the smell of incense lingering in the air, and the full moon hanging low. you’d stood out on the balcony of Wangshu Inn many nights, just like tonight, and swore that if you reached up, you could caress it with your fingertips. everything about Liyue nights seemed tangible. the smell of almond tofu wafting up the steps from the kitchen below, tickling your nose with a delightfully sweet aroma so thick you could already taste the dish melting on your tongue. the lamps that flickered along the coastline, like stars low enough to be stolen. all so real. all here.

you lean against the balcony, allowing your thoughts to melt for a moment of empty bliss. a miniature vacation amongst the chaos. for the night, at least, you didn’t have to think about the Fatui. or demons. or bandits. those things would wait until morning, and flood your brain all over again.

a faint sigh, barely audible, carried on the Liyue wind brings you out of your thoughtless daydream, and you blink a few times, registering the sound. still and quiet, you struggle to listen, and amongst the bustling Liyue nightlife below, you catch it again.

this time, it was a moan. one that set your cheeks on fire.

it was close.

and you knew that voice.

you’d never heard it quite so needy before, though, strangled and breathy. and so, uncertainly, you follow the sounds as he makes them with the stealth of a stalking feline, pressing yourself against the wall of the Inn as you slink around the balcony.

when you finally reach the source, you peek out from around your hiding place as another long, low moan bubbles in his throat. you had to cover your mouth to keep from making a sound, your eyes wide and glued on the display.

his back was to you, but there was no denying what his hands did at his front, one arm moving in a slow, full pumping motion, while the other gripped the bunched-up hem of his shirt and held it up towards his chest. your eyes couldn’t help themselves, they flicker downwards. his pants, though not entirely lowered, were loosened to the point of the waistband sagging, and your stomach does a cartwheel as you realize what you’re watching. and just how intimate it was.

Xiao was pleasuring himself.

the stoic, unapproachable adeptus that you’d only seemed to annoy, was stroking himself mere feet away from you.

another, soft moan, and you feel your knees turn inwards, clamping your thighs together. you couldn’t deny it was an erotic display. and you were getting wet witnessing it.

“Do you really think you’re hidden?” his voice is a bit steadier now, head tilted slightly, and your heart pounds in its chamber as you realize he knew you were there. “That I wouldn’t know you’re there?”

your mind races for an excuse. “Well, I wasn’t trying to—“

“Clearly.” he cuts you off, and you bite down harshly on your lower lip. his movements had stopped, but you realized he hadn’t tucked himself away, or turned to look at you.

you wished he wouldn’t.

with a soft, little plea, you voice that desire. “Please don’t stop…”

Xiao seems taken aback by that, albeit only temporarily. and you take a cautious step towards him. “I don’t care for audiences.”

you chew on your lip harder, taking another step. “I don’t have to be just an audience, Xiao. I could…” you take another, then another, until you’re close enough to his back to reach out and touch him. you do so, gently tracing the outline of his shoulders, and realize how tense they are. regardless of his stone cold act, his shoulders were pulled taut. “I could help you.” your svelte caresses careen around his shoulders, dipping over the expanse of his chest, and you nuzzle close to his ear, letting a breathy moan escape your parted lips. “If you’ll let me—“ your hands delve downwards, impatient and eager to wrap around the cock that you haven’t yet seen, but in a swift motion, his fist wraps around your wrist, squeezing tight enough to halt your movements. “Xiao…”

“I usually tend to myself.” he mutters, and you could practically hear the reluctance in his low tone. “Alone.”

nodding slowly, you allow your wrist to go limp in his grasp, needy fingers dangling mid hair, and you let out a soft sigh. “You don’t wonder what it might be like to let someone else tend to you for once?” your lips form each syllable against the shell of his ear, his tendrils tickling your face as you tease and entice him. pressing a sneaky kiss against his earlobe, you wonder if the heat you’re feeling is from his face or yours.

“Someone else. You?”

you nod, slow, but you know he can feel the rustling against his shoulder, and you hum, desperate to convince him. your cunt was already wet and aching from the show, and now you were eager to continue where he’d left off. if only he’d let you. “My hands are soft, Xiao…” you coo into his ear.

and, to your surprise, he moans. it’s a quiet, muffled moan. you knew he must’ve pursed his lips when he did so, but the sound still struck your core deep. “Palms up,” he whispers, and you obey, allowing your hands to be taken with his and guided to his manhood. you can’t help the swoon that leaks out of your mouth when he wraps them both around his cock. it was already hard and slick with spit, and he curled each of your dainty fingers around the girth, one by one; as if instructing you to play an instrument and teaching you the keys. “Like this…” his voice was not so steady now, as he leads your hands up and down, mentoring you in the rhythm that could bring him the most pleasure. it wasn’t fast, nor did his hips buck to meet your movements. Xiao moans, snorting through his nose, and his hands leave yours when he realizes you’ve mastered pumping him the way he likes it. “Yes.”

you don’t think he meant to grunt the affirmation, because it sounded more like a subconscious plea for more, but you didn’t mind. keeping your hands tight around his cock, you stroke in opposite directions, your fists meeting in the middle, before separating again. one glides down to kiss his base, swatting against sparse, coarse pubic hair, whilst the other flees upwards to polish the swollen tip.

“You feel nice,” you try to breathe, but the action feels impossible. he’s left you in a state of breathlessness, just by allowing you to touch him. “This is what it’s like to pleasure a god…” you feel a bit silly when you hear him grunt, and you realize that you’d moaned the sentiment out loud, and you drop your head to rest your forehead against his shoulder, hiding from his scrutiny if he were to offer any. “That… was supposed to stay in my head.” you admit, sheepishly.

but Xiao doesn’t scold you. “You are foolishly honest.” he murmurs, working his jaw. his hand, now free to do as they please, reach and cradle the back of your head, thumb rubbing against your crown as he urges you closer. “It’s so bothersome.” as you press your body into his back, soaking in his warmth, your hands work him over, and you raise your eyes, about to speak, only to find his head turned towards you. as if glancing over his shoulder, his parted lips ready to embrace yours. “Just kiss me.” he demands, in a husky whisper, and his tiers tease yours by grazing them gently, as he adds, “Before you embarrass yourself further.”

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testhemess · 8 months

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when you have someone to protect

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testhemess · 8 months

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Childe has always been the tough one between the two of you. how could he not be, with his status as the most battle-hungry Fatui Harbinger? despite countless sighs and lectures from you, he continued to sneak into your home at night, covered in bruises and scratches but smiling as bright as the dawn when you emerged with medical supplies. so why, why were you the one now confined to your bed from injuries, having gotten thrown across a field by a particularly irritated mitachurl? you hadn't visited for a few days and Foul Legacy was becoming frantic in Childe's head, urging him to check on you only to find you sitting quietly in your bed, several patches of bandages peeking out under your clothes. Foul Legacy chitters anxiously in Childe's head as he rushes over and takes your hands in his, treating you like glass- which you might as well be, with how delicately and slowly you're moving. you smile and apologize for not coming out to meet him, but Childe simply shakes his head and watches your thumbs gently rub the back of his hands, trying to comfort him even though you're the one in pain. you must've moved wrong, in that next moment, because suddenly you wince. something in Foul Legacy cracks and in a blink he's snatched control over Childe's body, transforming before your eyes to tentatively cup your face in his hands. Foul Legacy's not used to caring for someone- Childe uses him more to slaughter enemies and feel the rush of battle- but he wants to care for you, and does his best to bring you anything you need whether it be food, water, books- and when he's not pampering you he'll snuggle up beside you, purring contently and watching you read. you're taking this rather well for someone who's only seen Foul Legacy a few times, even letting your guard down enough to lay your head on his fluff and fall asleep. or at least, he think you're letting your guard down. for you, there was no guard to begin with. if you ever try to get up before you're healed, Foul Legacy freaks out and gently tugs you back into bed, whimpering frantically. he'll rest his head lightly on your stomach- as long as it doesn't hurt much- and rumble quietly until you fall back asleep, your hand buried in his hair. if you simply insist on going outside for some fresh air, he'll carry you! you fit so perfectly in his arms, after all, and there's no point in straining your already injured body. when you're finally able to walk on your own again, Foul Legacy chirps with such delight you think he might cry. you can't walk very far, but the radiant smile you give him when you stumble into his arms says more than words ever can.

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testhemess · 8 months

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Scara hates waking up randomly in the middle of the night and realising that you’re not there beside him. he hates it. so much so that sometimes, when he’d wake up from a bad dream, and turn to face you for comfort, only to find that he’s alone, he’d just sit up and stare at his wall blankly, unmoving, for hours until the sun starts peaking through his curtains.

So when you get together (finally), and start sleeping in the same bed, he’s got this tight, firm grip on you to where you can’t even roll over.

When you wake up, in the middle of the night, and need to use the restroom, you have to literally fight for your life in these restraints (his arms) so you can get up. he’s whining when you softly nudge him away, but ultimately doesn’t wake up in the end, which gives you some time to yourself.

but most of the times, when he unconsciously feels around the bed for your warmth, and doesn’t find it, he shoots up and looks around the room. did you leave him? did you get bored of him? did someone take you? he’s throwing off the covers and already rushing to put his shoes on, until you stumble out of the bathroom, still groggy and yawning, and crash back into bed. his shoulders drop in relief, and he quietly tucks back in beside you.

he’s so paranoid, that he asks you to wake him up if you ever need to leave the bed at night, even if it’s just to grab a glass of water. you say no, because you don’t want to interfere with his sleep, but he persists.

so you start tapping him awake when you have to pee in the middle of the night, and he’s happily trailing behind and sitting on the sink, waiting for you :(

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testhemess · 10 months

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𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋/𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

as requested by a very wonderful, very dear, very lovely friend! i hope you all enjoy using these as much as i enjoyed writing them! i honestly found these so nice and therapeutic to write tho like oml i cannot get over it! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST PLEASE!

“ oh, i knew you could do it! i’m so proud of you! “

“ i’m thinking of doing a movie/game night at my place, if you wanna join in? “

“ how many mugs of coffee have you had today?! that’s enough, now, you go take a nap before you buzz through the ceiling! “

“ i’ll send you the recipe, if you like! but, in the same breath, you should know that i really don’t mind continuing to cook this for you; it’s no trouble at all, really! “

“ are you sure there isn’t anything i can do to help you in the kitchen? “

“ come on in! take a seat! i’ll fix you up a plate, there’s more than enough to go around! “

“ why don’t you spend the night here? really, it’s no trouble to fix up the guest room, and we have plenty of spare pajamas and toiletries if that’s what’s bothering you! “

“ look, i get the whole lone wolf thing, trust me, i do. but… you do understand that there’ll always be a place here for you, don’t you? that door is always open to you, no matter what. that’s a promise. “

“ why don’t i make you a cup of tea, and you can tell me all about it? “

“ [NAME]? hey, hey, hey, what’s the matter? are you okay? what’s wrong? oh, come here… “

“ jeez, i don’t even wanna know how you got that battle wound there; sit down and let me fix it up, won’t you? “

“ hey, stranger! it’s been a minute, huh? what’ve you been up to? how have you been? hell, where have you been? “

“ now, now, don’t be silly; put that wallet away. i invited you out for dinner, so i’ll pay the bill, right? you can get the next one! “

“ hey, you didn’t order anything! don’t worry about it, huh? here, take half my sandwich; i can never finish the damn thing, anyway, you’re really doing me the favor! and there’s coffee in that flask, so help yourself to that, too! i’ve been trying to cut back, anyhow. “

“ hey, i know it’s really late, but… i didn’t know who else to call. “

“ everything’s gonna be okay, i promise. just tell me where you are, okay? and i’ll come and get you right this second. “

“ well, we have to celebrate your good news! what’s your favorite dinner? oh, and cake! we can’t have a decent celebration without cake, right? “

“ hey, hey, it’s okay, relax. i’m not about to nag you for skipping out on curfew, alright? have you eaten anything? because i saved you a plate, and it’s in the oven if you want it. “

“ now, now, none of that self-hate talk! we all have bad days, right? we all mess up sometimes and make silly mistakes. but it doesn’t matter at the end of the day; it just makes the good days all the better! “

“ guess who has an extra ticket for the concert this weekend! wanna come with me? they’re practically front row! “

“ you’re still coming over for dinner tonight, right? “

“ hey! what are your plans for the holidays? because, if you didn’t have any, i have an offer for you! or an open invitation! “

“ did you do something different with your hair? it looks amazing! “

“ oh my god, where have you been?! i was so worried about you! are you okay? did you get hurt?! “

“ we should go out tonight! come on, you can ransack my wardrobe if you like! i have a friend who’s the bouncer at that new night club, they can get us in for free! “

“ i made you some breakfast, if you’re hungry? it’s your favorite! unless you’ve got a new favorite, in which case… “

“ don’t forget to take an umbrella! “

“ let me know when you get there so i know you’re safe, okay? “

“ i watched that show you recommended last week! it was so good! can you believe that season finale, though? “

“ rough night, huh? i know that feeling. here, help yourself; the coffee is fresh, and the waffles are pretty damn good today, if i do say so myself! “

“ i knew you’d forget yours, so i brought extra. go ahead, help yourself! “

“ you’re welcome to stay for as long as you like. what’s mine is yours, okay? you don’t need to ask permission, just take whatever you want. “

“ you should get some sleep, okay? my room is just down the hall if you need anything. “

“ you don’t need to be so polite around here, you know! help yourself; i don’t bite! “

“ hey now, never apologize for feeling emotions, okay? humans are meant to feel all this stuff, no matter how good or bad the feelings are. besides; shoulders are built to be cried on! “

“ you should keep that sweater! it looks much better on you than it does on me; brings out your eyes! “

“ i never realized you could cook! the apron suits you very nicely! “

“ if you don’t have any plans this weekend, we should do something together! “

“ remember, if you want to leave early, just call me and i’ll come get you, okay? “

“ would you come on in inside out of that rain?! you’ll catch your death! “

“ don’t worry about it, okay? no apologies necessary; just breathe, everything’s good. “

“ it’s okay! no use crying over spilt milk, am i right? fetch me that mop and i’ll clean it up; you should find a clean shirt in the third drawer in my room, too! “

“ here, grab a plate; i made your favorite, and there’s more than enough for you to have seconds and take home a tonne of leftovers, too! “

“ would you mind setting the table for me while i finish up in the kitchen? “

“ you want some hot cocoa before you go to bed? i’m more than happy to have one with you; not to praise myself or anything, but my hot cocoa is the best in town! “

“ you did it! oh, congratulations! quick, i’m gonna fetch the sparkling cider, and then i’ll book a table somewhere fancy; we’re going to celebrate in style! “

“ oh god, you’re burning up a fever, you poor thing! here, lie down, let’s get you some water and a nice cool cloth, huh? “

“ how are you feeling? i thought you might be hungry, so i made some tea and toast. “

“ i thought i might find you out here… this must be your favorite spot, huh? it’s nice! “

“ how are you? and be real with me, now; i can tell when you’re not being honest with me. you’ve got a tell. “

“ figured you might be needing an extra blanket in this weather. you mind if i sit with you for a while? “

“ let’s go for a walk, huh? i know this place that does the best coffee you’ll ever have! “

“ i can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie before! we have to fix this immediately; you get the popcorn, i’ll order in the pizza and get the tv set up. “

“ wow… that pun was so awful, it actually became good again. nicely done! “

“ i know you have that meeting today, so i thought i’d come wish you luck. and give you my lucky socks! “

“ hey! i hope you’re hungry, i spared you some waffles and pancakes from breakfast this morning! “

“ maybe you’re not ready to talk just now. but i want you to know that, whenever you are, my door is always open to you. understand? “

“ i’m not here to say i told you so, don’t worry. i’m not that cruel. i’m just here to comfort my friend. “

“ you’re here so often, i figured it was about time you had your very own mug! “

“ do you mind if i put you down as my emergency contact? “

“ you should move in with me! i have a spare room, the rent is cheap, it’s closer to work… i mean, only if you want to, but i’m very much in favor of this! “

“ i know that things haven’t been easy for you lately, so… i was thinking, maybe we could plan a little vacation together? “

“ pull the car over, alright? you can get some sleep in the back seat, and i’ll take over the driving. “

“ woah, woah, woah… slow it down a few miles, huh? what’s going on? where’s the fire? “

“ do you want a hug? i give some really good hugs; i nearly got voted the best hug-giver in the continent, once! come on, you know you want to! “

“ hey! so i’m after having a really crappy day. you wanna get take-out and watch a movie at my place tonight? “

“ i remember you saying you didn’t like this ingredient last time, so i fixed you up something else. “

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testhemess · 10 months

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All those thoughts were about you ⊱☆⊰

summary: Innocent Kabukimono approaches you to ask some personal questions about the reactions his body has when he's close to you.

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warnings: 10% fluff, 90% pwp smut. afab genitals, gn pronouns. piv unprotected sex, oral sex (giving), some titplay?

a/n: oh, for those that don't remember, kabukimono was scaramouche's/wanderer's identity before he became part of the fatui. no sight of the scara nsfw alphabet, nor of part three of that tighnari smut, BUT i reeeeaally needed to get this out of my head kjsadfhskjhfdsaj this was inspired by an asortment of @kabukibun brainrots n stuff :DD hope that's okay <3

You couldn't help but stare at him after those words left his mouth.

Well, you couldn't get angry at him; he was curious. However...

"I think it would be best if you asked that type of stuff to Niwa or other men you feel comfortable with."

"I only feel comfortable with you," he retaliated without second thought. His hands grabbed your arms as he looked at you with those soft, pleading eyes. "I feel safe when I'm with you,"

His cute face and helpless expression made it hard for you to say no.

Feeling yourself quite awkward, with a low voice, you leaned in closer to his ear to whisper, "The body has its needs. Sometimes it'll have those types of reactions, and they're normal. Everybody has them."

"Even you?"

"I—not the exact same, since I have other body parts."

"I feel this way whenever I'm close to you. Is that bad?"

You covered his mouth with both hands.

"Don't say that stuff just like that!" you sighed and calmed down. You pinched the bridge of your nose, not knowing how to proceed with that information. "Kabuki, don't say that when you're around other people, okay?"

He looked at you attentively, his whole focus on you, and he nodded.

"But you didn't answer my question." even though he himself felt bashful, he took a step forward to hold your hand. "Is it alright if I feel this way about you?"

Once again, you didn't know how to take this information.

"It's not...bad."

Yes, you've grown fond of this eccentric young man Katsuragi found in Shakkei Pavilion. His sudden appearance was unpredictable and shrouded in mystery, but you couldn't help but dote on him ever since he arrived.

His expression lightened up once you said so.

"So, it's okay if we hold each other like lovers do?" before you could ask him anything, he beat you to it. "I've seen other Inazumans hold hands, hug, and kiss each other. I... would like to feel those things with you,"

Well, this evolved into something you weren't expecting.

"You see..." you began as his other hand held yours, and he leaned in closer to kiss you.

His touch was gentle; he was afraid of pushing too much. His kiss barely lasted a second, and his cheeks flushed pink.

It was adorable. You couldn't help but stifle a giggle. Kabukimono smiled at your reaction, giddy at the sight of your delighted face.

Driven by those positive emotions, he went in and kissed you again, and even though it was clumsy, you were patient with him.

"You have to do it like this, be gentle" you held his cheek, angled your head, and your lips met his. You felt him melt into your touch, leaning closer to your body as his hands made their way to clutch your back.

The kiss was sweet and modest, and you somehow still managed to get a soft mewl out of him.

You were about to pull away to check if he was okay, but he didn't budge. His firm arms grasped at you, not relenting. To your surprise, you felt him open his mouth a bit.

"Hey, don't you think you're going too fast?" you inquired once he weakened his grip.

"You think so?" he blushed so hard that the tips of his ears and neck were pink too. "It just...felt very nice,"

"Kabuki..." you grabbed his shoulders and massaged them a little. He was tense. "I just opine you're not ready for that level of—"

"I am," he interjected, confident in himself. "I'm not as innocent as everyone thinks I am," he ended with a pout.

"And what makes you think that?"

"I..." he closed his eyes and shoved his hands between his legs, as if hiding them. "Once, I sneaked into Niwa's office and found some erotic books,"

Before you could reprimand Niwa in your head for not finding a better place to hide that stuff, Kabukimono continued, "I saw a lot of things, and at night, I couldn't shake those thoughts away. Oh, and every single one of those thoughts was about you..."

He confessed everything as if he were being interrogated by a detective on a serious case.

Your initial irritation towards Niwa dissipated at your observation; you couldn't help but chuckle again.

"Why are you laughing?" he pouted again. "It's true,"

"I don't doubt it. You're too honest," you smiled again and stroked his head. "I understand. If you feel comfortable doing those things with me, I'm not going to stop you,"

As soon as those words left you, you could swear you saw his eyes sparkling with excitement. Not a second later, he hugged you and attempted to kiss you like you taught him a few minutes ago.

Your breath hitched when you felt his hard on press against your abdomen when he hugged you. In his rush to hold you, he was so eager that he ended up pushing you against your bed by accident.

"Ah—Kabuki, I told you to be gentle," you tried to say between his excited kisses.

He mumbled an apology and went right back to press his lips against yours, his arms secured around your waist. You wrapped your own around his shoulders and allowed him to do as he pleased, arousal beginning to seep into your body with each experimental and curious touch he bestowed on you.

"You’re soft," he moaned in bliss, his tongue sliding on your bottom lip, mind gone. "Your lips, your body. I’m addicted,"

You underestimated how ardent his need for you was. You would’ve never guessed that a storm had been brewing inside of him since, god knows when.

You began undressing him from the outer layers of his clothes. Without pulling away from your mouth, he caught on to what you were doing and gave you a hand to speed up the process. Once those outer layers were gone, he moved on to your clothes, undoing first the much simpler sash around your torso.

The upper half of your yukata split open to your sides; the sight of your bare shoulders and chest made him stop dead in his tracks, pupils dilating.

"Is…it okay if I touch?"

You nodded and sat there, waiting for him.

You half anticipated his hands to start on your arms or collarbone; he went straight to your tits. Had you noticed where he was looking when he asked if it was alright for him to touch you, you would’ve known he was talking about your chest. Of course, you didn’t have any complaints. His hands were warm and careful at first.

He swallowed hard; his hands were trembling a bit as he began squeezing more. You felt comfortable with how he touched you, so you didn’t stop him. His thumbs brushed against your nipples, growing excited as he saw how they hardened under his caress.

"Ah!" you covered your mouth when he pinched your nipple a bit hard. It didn’t hurt, but it caught you off guard.

He opened his mouth to apologize, but you shook your head and placed your hands on top of his, indicating he could keep going.

After some more squeezing, he dipped his head closer to your chest. He stuck his tongue out, pressing it flat against your nipple before enveloping it with his mouth. He began suckling, remembering your reaction earlier to how rough he was without meaning to.

You closed your eyes and sighed in satisfaction. Your hand went to stroke his hair, and he hummed pleased. Amidst the delight, he didn’t notice himself beginning to suck harder, his other hand massaging the one left unattended. He pulled away a little bit, still not letting go of your nipple, and released it with an obscene sound. He went right back in, suckling with such enjoyment, his drool already rolling down your tit.

You tried to move; you wanted to please him too, but he wouldn’t allow you to. He kept hugging your body, holding you down on your mattress. He pulled his head away again, and a thin thread of his saliva clung to your now overstimulated nipple. He shifted to your other boob and repeated his actions on it.

"Kabuki."

He merely hummed to acknowledge he heard you; he moaned every now and then while he busied himself with your chest.

You had to push his head away; otherwise, he wouldn’t yield.

"Nnnoo! I wasn’t done yet," he whined, trying to latch on again.

"Kabuki, we still need to take care of this," you said, pressing your hand on his obvious erection.

"Nnngh!" he bit his lip and closed his eyes.

You both sat right up again, and he helped you lower his pants and discard them.

The tip was flushed red, and a generous amount of precum leaked from the slit. You pumped him a couple of times, and the pre would just keep coming out. He was unbelievably sensitive, even more so to your touch.

"Y—You don’t have to do that," he was embarrassed once he figured out what your next moves were.

"But I want to." you grasped him and licked the head. You gathered his precum with the tip of your tongue, sliding it on his slit. His body jolted with each minimum movement you made; he didn’t know where to place his hands.

"O-oh!" he gasped when you engulfed his dick, your nose almost touching his lower abdomen. When he felt his tip touch the back of your throat, he doubled over and almost came. It was too much stimulation for his oversensitive body, and it was no surprise if you took into consideration that this was his first time. "Wait!"

He pushed you away, his chest heaving.

"I…I was about to..." he fidgeted with his fingers. "Something was about to come out,"

"I don’t mind," you reassured him.

"But!" he stopped you. "I want to—uhm…put it in?"

You stared at him.

"Since when are you so bold?"

You knew that if he was about to cum just by having him inside of your mouth, the moment you sunk down his cock, he wouldn’t stand a minute without cumming.

"Please?" he hugged your arm and stared back at you with puppy eyes.

As eager as he was from the start, he laid down on the bed and brought you with him, your body on his.

Kabukimono followed your every move while you aligned his cock with your pussy, the head splitting your lower lips, and his breath hitched.

You noticed him fumbling with his hands, which you grasped and placed on your hips.

With eyes wide and bright, he glanced up at you once more, and you nodded.

He opened his mouth with a silent gasp as you sunk down on him, his dick splitting between your slicked walls. You could feel him twitch with every movement you made, and his chest began heaving hard again.

He couldn't hold his whimpers anymore.

"Stick your tongue out," you ordered him, and he followed obediently. Once he did, you leaned down to slip your tongue against his, and Kabukimono panted with each bounce of your body. He lost control of the volume of his voice.

"Ah—ah," he panted, more saliva dribbling from his mouth when you sped up your pace. Even though it was fast, he was enduring more than what you gave him credit for.

Without warning, he tucked his arms under yours and brought your torso down to his, tightly holding you there as he planted his feet on the bed and took the task of bringing you both to climax. The angle provided your clit with enough stimulation for you to edge closer to that sweet orgasm.

"Something's going...gonna..."

You rested your head against his shoulder and moved to meet his thrusts, ready for what was about to come.

He almost squeezed the air out of your lungs with how hard he clung to you, pumping inside of you with each thick spurt of his cum.

Exhausted, you both lay there in each other's embrace, catching your breath. At some point, Kabukimono nuzzled his face into your cheek, humming in delight.

"... I'm sorry if I was too rough. I don't know what came over me; I was unable to control myself," genuine worry showed in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm good, don't worry," you placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "Let's go take a bath,"

He whined and shook his head, burying his face in your neck again. "I'm not ready to let go yet."

"Kabuki," you sighed. "We can bathe together, you can cling to me for the rest of the night, but let's go,"

After some silence, he hesitated before loosening his hold.

"Oh, wait," he gripped your hand before you left the bed. "I... I love you," he confessed, although it was quite clear from the start that he did.

Regardless, you matched the tender expression in his eyes and admitted your own sincere feelings to him as well.

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–First Time

⚠TWs/CWs: pre-Fatui Scaramouche, use of Scaramouche’s real name, submissive top! Scaramouche, fem reader, first time, brief voyeurism, virginity kink, loss of virginity, creampie, not rlly proofread

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–Breeding Sex With The Girl I Love (Non Stop Cumming Until We Have A Baby!)

⚠ TWs/CWs: the start of my doujin titles, fem! reader, pussy eating, breeding, creampies <3

notes. this is pt 2 to my “first time” fic. i mistakenly called him kunikuzushi in the first fic so i’ve retconned it here

“That’s a good boy, Kabukimono. Just keep licking, I’m almost there-!” Your thighs lock around his head, pulling him closer to your wet cunt. Kabukimono knows exactly what that means, so he bobs his head faster against your pussy, tongue lathering you up. His lips focus on your swollen clit, slurping and sucking so much it drives you crazy. It’s been two months since he first had sex and learned how to worship your pussy, but it feels like he’s been doing this for far much longer. “Cum in m’ mouf, pleashh.. Wanna taste ya,” he says, words muffled by his mouth full of pussy. As if on command, you cum, legs shaking as your eyes roll back in pleasure. You roll your hips to ride out your orgasm and Kabukimono hums in satisfaction. He reluctantly pulls away, wiping away the excess fluid with the back of his hand.

“You always taste so good. You okay to keep going? If you’re tired I can just- Mm!” His rambling is swiftly shut down as you pull him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. “O-okay, I understand. I’ll put it in now!” Kabukimono grasps onto his cock for the first time all night, lightly tugging on it before grinding against your wet cunt. It slides across easily, his cock slicked up in your juices. He takes a deep breath before he sinks into your pussy, breath releasing in shudders as he tries not to cum. His hands are firmly pressed onto your hips, using them as leverage to thrust inside of you. Kabukimono bites his lip in a futile attempt to hold back from moaning. He always thought he was too loud.. He just wanted to hear you and the cute noises you made when he hit the spot just right.

Ah, just thinking about it has him whimpering. “S-soo good! Mn, ah, I wanna cum-” His hips shake wildly, chasing after his high. The sound of skin against skin makes a loud plap, plap, plap - a sign of the lewd act you were committing if anyone were to pass by. Your legs intertwine behind his back, keeping him firmly against you. Kabukimono can only hump you desperately as you offer no chance of escape. “Inside?” He asks.

“Y-yeah, fill me up with your cum. You know what happens then?” You breathe shakily, your orgasm muddling your mind. Still, you knew you meant what you said.

“I’ll.. give you a baby! I’ll fill you up and get you pregnant, mmf! Please, please, ah!” His hips piston faster into you, eager to cum inside and make both your wishes come true. With a final thrust, his cum releases in heavy spurts inside of your tightening cunt. Your orgasm hits you as soon as his does, the feeling of cum filling you up giving you that final push over the edge. The two of you shake as you bask in the afterglow, breathing shakily as you hold one another.

Although this would usually mark the end of your session, neither of you can manage to be the one to pull away. Your throbbing cunt and his still hard cock serves as no incentive to release the other. You roll your hips and Kabukimono shudders with pleasure. “Well, we have to make sure, right?” Ever the gentleman, Kabukimono wants to have your clear consent to continue. His stamina is far better than the average human, you’ve learned that lesson already. Today was different, however, you wanted this. You didn’t want to stop until there was no doubt you’d have his baby.

“Keep going, hahh, I want you. Need your cum in my womb.” Your words made Kabukimono whine. You could feel his cock twitch as he grabbed your legs, pushing them towards your chest. Your calves rested on his shoulders while he gripped the back of your thighs. His cock kissed your womb as he positioned you, the head repeatedly rubbing against it as he hurriedly thrust inside. All he could do was slur his words while you milked him. “Giving you a baby,” and “I love youuu,” were barely legible as he tried to kiss you.

You watched as his cock filled you up, stretching you out with every thrust. His cock was covered in his creamy cum and your juices. God, it looked delicious. If he wasn’t fucking a baby inside of you right now, you’d be sucking him off and licking him clean. You reach down to rub your clit as you watch Kabukimono pound into you, occasionally glancing at his face. Just the sight of his sweaty, focused face as he struggles to fuck you could make you cum. “Kabuuuuki, gonna cum again.”

“Do it, I’m right behind you. Uoogh, so tight, you’re sucking me in!” Your pussy clenches around his cock, squeezing him as if it were begging for his cum. His hips move slow and deep, shuddering through his final push as he tries to stuff his cock as deep into your womb as he can. He mewls as he feels his cum spill inside you, filling you up beyond what your pussy can handle. For now, his cock serves as a plug to hold it all in. You whine at the fullness in your tummy, almost achy with how much of his seed you’re carrying.

When he pulls out, his cum overflows, spilling out in globs. Kabukimono pouts at this, using two fingers to scoop it up and push it back inside. Your pussy flutters when he touches you, completely overstimulated. He murmurs a soft apology, kissing your thigh to soothe you. Despite this, you still tell him, “Just a couple minutes… and we’ll go again. You will put a baby in me.”

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testhemess · 11 months

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I have this idea my brains been stuck on:

So imagine the reader is Childe’s younger sibling and is that reckless teenage years ykyk and maybe while out on a mission gets really hurt and doesn’t come home kinda thing and yk how Childe I a with family... HAHA SORRY FOR ANGSTY IDEAS JSHRNR

penpal: girl don’t be sorry— im in a full committed relationship with angst so you can send as many angsty ideas as you’d like! sorry if this hc is so short wjsbdn

characters: adventurer!reckless!reader x brother!childe

warning/s: blood, not proof-read, near-death experience, angry childe, swearing, spoilers on archon quest chpt. 3-act 3 and childe’s story quest (?)

-> oh boy

-> you’ll be the death of childe from the amount of heart attacks you gave him from your recklessness.

-> man’s this close to to put you in a big bubble whenever you’re on an adventure.

-> every time there’s danger, you’d dive into it and ended up having injuries big and small. it really doesn’t help childe being comforted with the fact that you’re an adventurer too.

-> he gets even more worried when he brought you to liyue with him. he knows how dangerous liyue can be along with the commissions so he made sure that your commission isn’t related to killing one of the most dangerous bosses in the nation.

-> although you kept on being reckless, childe knows your capability of fighting bosses given that he’s the one who trained you in fighting. he knows you’ll go back home alive especially since you have a lot of knowledge on survival intacts.

-> however... he noticed how you’re taking a long time on this mission.

-> he recalled you saying you’d be back the next day— yet 2 in a half days has passed by and you still haven’t come back. even katheryne didn’t know where you were.

-> he couldn’t help but worry about his dear sibling while working. why are you not in the inn yet? are you stopping over somewhere to eat or relax? isn’t your mission just about finding a certain ore around guyun stone forest??

-> when childe comes home and you’re still not there, he’ll literally rushes out from the door and starts looking for you.

-> he first headed to the guyun stone forest and killed every single monsters around the area before he starts to find you. he started to become nervous when he couldn’t find you around the first two areas.

-> childe would’ve laughed at himself for being nervous for the first time in forever, but he was too focused on finding you and the fact that you’re nowhere to be found makes him even more anxious and worried.

-> he then went to the other area that was famous for having ruin guards around. the fact that there were no signs of any ruin guards made childe clenched his fists.

-> in the end, he still haven’t found you. just a couple of dead ruin guards along with—

-> blood?

-> childe’s heart dropped at the sight of the crimson liquid. could it be your blood? or a person who tragically came across to these ruin guards? if it was you who slained these ruin guards, where the hell are you then?

-> he noticed the blood on the sand leaving a track, causing him to follow and see where it would lead him to.

-> archons, please don’t be dead.

-> the blood ended up leading him to one of the “mountains” of the island along with two ruin guards walking around.

-> did you possibly climb up from the ruin guards?

-> childe will immediately start climbing without the ruin guards noticing— screw fighting them, he needs to know if you’re there and okay.

-> by the time he reached to the top, he first saw your bloodied hand and he nearly fell at the sight of you.

-> there you were, lying unconscious with injuries all around your body. he recognized the scarf he gave you wrapped around your waist, his heart clenched at the sight of the blood plastered in it.

-> “don’t worry, n/n... big brother will kill these monsters for you.”

-> as soon as childe looks away, his eyes will darken and immediately jump out from the mountain, landing on one of the ruin guards.

-> “come at me you bastards!”

-> by the time he finished killing the ruin guards brutally, he’ll climb back up and bring you down, making sure the scarf around your injury won’t be removed.

-> he then realized that he can’t go anywhere else— given that he just swam his way here.

-> that is, until he overheard familiar voices and sees aether, paimon, and a man with an eyepatch who goes by “kaeya” not too far from where he is— their eyes widened when they saw him and you.

-> by the time he arrived on shore thanks to aether and kaeya, he’ll immediately rushed to wangshu inn, the nearest place where he can get help in treating your major injuries.

-> by the time you get help in the inn, childe won’t leave you alone. he’ll stay beside you all the way, regretting in letting you go to a dangerous place such as the guyun stone forest.

-> when you wake up, he’ll immediately give you a big hug with a relieved look on his face.

-> expect childe to make sure you won’t go to any commissions until every single of your injuries have been healed and are no longer there. he’ll literally bring you to baizhu and make sure you’re being checked up on.

-> forgive him for everything he’s doing but he just wants to make sure his little sibling will be okay— the image of your bruised body never left his mind even during his harbringer works.

-> he’ll even start finding time to join you on commissions even if you protested that he should be working. though if he’s too busy for it, he’ll request katheyrne to send a skilled adventurer who can go with you on your adventures.

-> “don’t mind me joining on your commissions,” childe would say, giving you a cheeky smile.

-> “your brother just wants to keep you safe, that’s all!”

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testhemess · 11 months

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3rd-betrayal-kid still doesn’t have a fanon name (as far as i’m aware) and so i propose this

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testhemess · 11 months

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Could you please do some family fluff type dialogue prompts?

Hi, I can definitely try :) Apologies it's taking me so long, inspiration is running low :/

Family fluff

Parents teaching their kids to cook. Insert a lot of mess and flour but also a ton of fun.

Family evenings spent huddled on the couch while watching TV.

Water gun fight in summer.

Parent A assuring the other adult B they can take care of the kids while A is at work. B comes back home to a giant blanket fort created in the living room.

The siblings squabble and playfully insult each other all the time, but once someone else does it, oh boy they are after their throats.

The parents watching their kid(s) play in the garden.

Board games!

Parent hugging their kid after they notice the kid is severely distressed/crying, reassuring them everything is going to be alright.

The teenage kid preparing their parent's favourite food as an apology for the recent argument.

The kids surprise their parent on Father/Mother's day with breakfast in bed and handmade gifts.

I hope these do well for you :)

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A desperate caretaker. A scared caretaker.

Their eyes are wide with fear, their chin quivering slightly as they take in the condition of their friend.

Maybe sickie is trying to tough it out for their sake, maybe they're hiding the true extent of their pain because they don't want to upset caretaker even more.

Better yet, perhaps this pain isn't even physical, and therefore cant be identified as fastly or treated as efficiently as a wound or broken bone.

'How- how can I make it better? Tell me.' Caretaker's voice is small, helpless, but most of all, frantic.

Their hands hover uselessly over sickie's frail form, unsure where to lay their hands lest they cause their friend pain. 'What do I do,' they murmur to themselves, brow creasing in worry, eyes searching their friend frantically for some source of their pain, but finding none.

Sickie tries to smile reassuringly, but it only ends in a troubling grimace.

Now, is sickie strong enough to give caretaker instructions, to guide them verbally? Are they able to ask for a certain medicine, or a specific treatment to help relieve their pain?

Or are they too weak, leaving caretaker fumbling around as they try their best to ease their friend's discomfort? In this scenario, does a third party finally come to their aid, a fresh set of eyes and a clear mind that helps out?

Overall, a timid caretaker who is trying their best despite their inexperience is both adorable and heartbreaking.

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testhemess · 11 months

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What do you think, what takes kazuha to be really mad at maple?

this is actually so hard to think of? because i honestly think that kazuha is incapable of expressing his anger verbally and physically towards maple, if he even gets angry at them at all. also, he's a relatively calm person and i think he's the type to correct maple on their wrong doings in a calm manner :']

kazuha being stressed and accidentally expressing his worry towards maple would make it look like he's angry, because maple's safety is something he doesn't want to risk. he frowns deeply and his voice goes a little higher in volume as he lectures them on their safety. he doesn't do this out of anger, but because his fear is mixing in with the frustration he feels whenever he's unable to prevent problems from happening, especially problems revolving around maple. but even as he does this, he always calms down after his speech. at the end of the day, he hates being the reason that maple's upset and he makes sure that they know that he's not angry by giving them hugs and kisses, whispering reassuring words and comforting them.

i can't think of anything else other than maple getting seriously hurt because they didn't listen to him. maple's a good kid and would never throw a tantrum over little things, they didn't grew up in the best environments so they know that being demanding isn't going to help and they don't like upsetting their brother. but when it comes to the topic of their capabilities to protect themselves on their own? it always ends up in a debate between the two of them. maple can keep insisting that they can take care of themselves, but kazuha doesn't like risking things and being uncertain. and when maple does get hurt? oh brother, kazuha's not having it.

he's silent when things are seriously bad. heck, maple would wish he'd say something, scold them, tell them 'i told you so', anything instead of just having that disappointed look on his face.

don't get him wrong tho, he's not doing this to punish maple, archons know how much he hates upsetting them and he knows them like the back of his hand. but he just really doesn't know what to say because all he can mentally see is maple getting hurt more worse than this and being too late to save them. it's hard enough to steady his hands while tending to maple's wounds/injuries, having to talk while doing so would break him and he might just go into tears right in front of them. the only way to snap him out of it is if maple asks him if he's mad, in which he'll answer no and just bring them in his arms, weakly mumbling just how scared he was after the whole ordeal. after that, he'll apologize for scaring them before sternly telling them to never do that again. maple apologizing too would be such a relief to him.

in conclusion, he doesn't get mad, but he does gets frustrated. however, he never forgets to show maple how he loves them and that his intentions are all for good.

maple better give their brother lots of hugs for the fright they gave him hhnhn

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OKAY, OKAY!!

So Abt angst. When maple got hurt during battle, what were Kazuha's thoughts. ( What we probably know is that,that soldier was never seen alive again🤷‍♀️)

no one's allowed to lay a single finger on maple unless it's to pat or coddle them! >:(

the image of kazuha's dearest friend and his broken sword flashes before his eyes.

it's like time stopped moving for kazuha. he can hear his heartbeat thumping in his ears, the cold sweat on his back and the sudden heaviness of his body and sword. the air he inhaled got stuck in his lungs and soon enough, his feet had pushed him forward with the speed of the wind.

'no, not again.'

never again will he let any god take from him. never again will he be too late to save those that are dear to him. before anyone can even lay another hand on you, he had slashed all that are in the vicinity, the wind cutting all who has ill intention towards you and forming a storm as a barrier. he embraces your trembling figure, hushing your cries and whispering reassurances in your ear. the way he cradles you contrasts to the harsh cuts the wind gives to anyone who approaches.

and until he gets you out of there safely, the wind will continue to rage.

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scarlet ember

[ big brother!kazuha x little sibling!reader ]

summary: following the events of your fever, kazuha realizes that you know more than he thinks you do.

note: using the term 'onii-san' because i just find it difficult to write "big brother" all the fucking time | m.list

words: 1637 | warnings: n/a

"onii-san, am i a burden to you?"

kazuha's fingers drop the fish back into water, all movement pausing and whipping his head to look at you with a dumbfounded face. he can feel his heart drop at the question, his knees wobbling and a million questions running through his mind.

this isn't the type of question he expects from you, his little maple leaf who's been quiet about the whole situation. he's been waiting for you to ask him about it, but you never did. you just followed him around, never questioning him why he's always rushing the both of you to a different place, why you left the estate, why are you on the run, what's with the second blank vision on his hips, and why are these scary people hunting him down.

he expected you to ask him about food, about shelter, about your parents, your friends, and the things that kids usually ask for.

but you never did.

but out of all the questions you could've asked, this broke his heart the most.

it came to him that he's spent too long mulling over his thoughts when he heard the first hitch of your breath.

you're crying.

you're crying because he took too long to answer and your young mind is now filled with lies.

"i'm sorry," your sniffles pained his already wounded heart.

"no no no," he rushed to your side, leaving the hunt for food later and approaching your slouched form on the beach sand. his knees hit the sand to face you at eye level, cupping your cheeks in his hand.

"maple, forgive me, you just took me by surprise," he places a soft kiss on your forehead, "you are not a burden, my little leaf. you are anything but a burden to me."

"but–" your gaze lowered to the ground, fidgeting with the hem of your haori out of nervousness and fear. he can literally feel the tremors on your cheeks.

"you look tired. you're always working to get us food and you fend off those horrible people and monsters. you do all of these while looking after me."

"because that is what a good brother does for his little sibling."

"but you're tired!"

the sudden rise of your voice took him by surprise. you had never shouted at anyone before. he watched you grow up and not once did you shout at anyone. the stream of tears on your cheeks and the shaky inhales and exhales told him enough. you're frustrated and concerned for him. you've been watching him. you never ask questions because you already know the answers by just looking at him (you really are his little sibling). instead of questioning the situation you're in, your concern focuses on him. his condition. not on anything else, just the feeling of guilt for making your brother work tirelessly to protect the both of you.

"you're always hurt," you sniffled, "not physically–well, sometimes you are–but also inside!" you weakly hit his chest. he resists the urge to coo at how adorable that was.

"you're hurting here and you're tired from protecting me while trying to find us a place to stay. but you don't stop because of me," your little hand clench over the cloth on his chest, fingers trembling, "and i've never seen you rest since we left the kamisato clan. if you don't rest when you're tired, you'd get sick–" you shake your head, "–a–and if you get sick, you'll go weak and, and things will go horribly for you! i don't want you to get sick because of me! i don't want onii-san to get hurt because of me!"

your emotional state weakens your strength to keep yourself up, knees buckling and falling forward. he catches you as you fall, holding you close to his chest while you sob your heart out.

"and soon enough, onii-san will get tired of me too," you whimpered against his chest, "onii-san will leave me when realizes that i'm slowing him down."

your words brought him back to the numerous times he tried to. the thoughts that plagued his mind while you were resting at the kamisato estate. that night he almost did but failed to do so and swore to never ever think of doing so ever again.

even the mention of that attempt made him feel sick.

"what!? no, no, maple–" he gently refutes, "listen to me."

he sits back on his legs, lifting you in his arms and tucking your head on the crook of his neck, rubbing your back and gently whispering, as if he'll break you if he spoke any louder.

"you are all i have left," he all but murmured, "you're the only one that matters most to me. of all the things that came to my life, your existence gave me a reason to fight back."

fight back against the things fate forces upon us.

he remembers it clearly. how dim the future of the kaedehara clan was. the only path left for him to take was an endless dark tunnel. there was no reason to stay in that tunnel for the clan had already fallen way before he was born. he remembered feeling empty, a hollow space of black void in his heart when he finally understood what his life would be in the kaedehara clan. he remembered the first time he desired to leave everything behind. to turn his back and never come back.

but then they had you.

"you're going to be a brother!"

the practice sword fell from his hands at the word 'little sibling.' he's going to be a big brother. his mother seemed happy. his father? whether he's happy or he's not, he doesn't show it. neither does he show any forms of dismay at the news.

little kazuha didn't know what to feel.

he remembered feeling conflicted. another life will waste and rot in a fallen clan. it would be nice to have company, yes, but knowing the situation of his clan, they'll just end up like him. they'll walk a path of a dark uncertainty with him like his father did.

"kazuha," his mother called out for him, urging the young man to look at the bundle of light in her arms.

he remembered staring right into your small and chubby face with awe. not disdain. he was stunned at the mere sight of you, a small spark of hope in his dark path. his eyes lit up with stars when your eyes finally opened and he's the first thing you see (you shared his eyes, fiery crimson staring at each other. a pair of confused and sleepy crimson and a pair of glossy ones). he literally cried when your tiny baby hands held his finger (he still tears up whenever he thinks of it). he remembered how proud he was of you when you took your first steps, walking towards him with wobbly lips and grabby hands directed at him (he couldn't contain himself and approached you himself, hugging you gently despite the urge to just… squish you in his arms). he remembered how happy he was when your first word was "uwa" because you couldn't say "zuha" properly (he bawled his eyes out after staring at you for a moment, whining when his mother teased him). he remembered the sparkle in your eyes when you saw him practice his swordsmanship and how it made him feel so proud of himself (he excitedly rambled to his mother how glad he was that his little sibling looks up to him).

he remembered how he held your crumpled figure when the clan name became nothing but an empty title and you finally understood the concept of death when he couldn't answer your question about the whereabouts of your dear mother (he mourns for two things that day. his mother and how it's too early for you to know this kind of thing and desperately prayed for his mother's guidance). what once was uttered with pride, is now but a reminder of their fallen history.

and now here you are, asking him a question that he never even thought of before and never will.

"you know, when you were born, you were like a tiny spark of light–" you peaked at him from his neck, puffy eyes looking at his fond smile–"you came in the form of embers. dim but warm, leading me to an even brighter light. you gave me a reason to keep moving forward. a blessing, you gave me strength to do my best in everything," he took a deep breath, "i may not be enough to give you everything you need because of who i am right now, but my little maple leaf," he places a soft peck on top of your head.

"i would sacrifice everything to keep you burning, even if i have to burn myself in the process. sooo," he sets you down on your feet, a soft grin on his face whilst he wipes your tears, "know that i will never leave you behind, no matter what tries to get in my way.

"you will never be a burden to me, because you–" he boops your nose, perking up at the sound of your giggle–"are more important than anything else in this world."

"you're important to me too, onii-san!" you counter, puffing your cheeks, "i can't just let you protect me always, i want to protect you too!"

he laughs at your stubbornness, pinching your cheeks.

"i'll teach you once you're old enough, then we can protect each other."

he marvels the way you beamed at this, crimson eyes reflecting his own. like the color of embers at night, floating aimlessly in the wind.

"for now, let's start with getting ourselves food, yeah?"

"fish!"

"fish it is."

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