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Some Kaeya Thoughts

Since he’s half Khaenri'ahn his vision actually hurts him, whenever he uses it, it feels like there's ice in his veins and it burns (the way ice burns not the way fire burns)

Kaeya can't get near a statue of seven without feeling pain mostly in his covered/missing eye

Whenever he's near a statue and he starts thinking of Khanri’ah the wind will pick up and hurt him but if he's thinking of Mondstadt the wind is calm and inviting.

After Crepus died the wind was very harsh on him for a while before it died down again.

☆ scummy scara drabble

headcannons I suppose

cw(s) : smut, afab! fem! reader, cumming quickly, weird scara, weird reader ??

I actually love scummy scara

he's a virgin loser who has never felt the touch of a woman.

↳ scummy scara who froths at the mouth like a rabid animal whenever he sees you

it doesn't even have to be you dressed up in any type of way, scara just automatically follows you with his eyes and imagines all the (im)possible scenarios and fantasies he has with you

when you do dress up a bit skimpier than usual, he'd be ogling at you, thinking of how you proved him wrong by thinking that you couldn't look any hotter than you already did.

↳ scummy scara who is inexperienced and has unrealistic ideas about sex

↳ scummy scara who wants to play out his cringy imagination (which he gets from the anime he watches)

↳ scummy scara who can't believe that it's all real when you finally do talk to him !

↳ scummy scara has a nosebleed when you've straddled his lap, him getting a full view of you pulling up your shirt to reveal your plush breasts that he dreamt of seeing up close

↳ scummy scara who can't muster up any words, moaning like a whore and cumming within seconds when he bottoms out in your warm cunt

↳ scummy scara feels like he's in heaven as you tease and bounce on his cock, which you claim is "surprisingly big"

scaramouche cries when you lean down to give him a peck on the lips. he's in disbelief that you're in his room, all cuddled up on his chest.

you can't help but let out a small laugh, finding him adorable in the way he reacts. he's never touched a girl, let alone talked to a girl longer than needed, so he's in awe as he blushes at the proximity you're both in.

it's so... intimate. your skin is so soft, and you're so warm and much more tiny than he imagined (not to mention, way more charming and hotter than he imagined in his little scenarios).

without realizing it, he had grew another erection.

you quickly felt it twitch and throb slightly against the fat of your ass, and you couldn't help but to tease the boy a little.

"you're ready for another round?" you smiled, flipping the both of you over, with him onto this time.

"how about you try topping me, lover boy? just try not to cum too quickly this time."

scaramouche was shaking as his hands made his way about, feeling confused and scared to think about touching your sacred body.

his worries were eased as you guided him, and he couldn't help but slap his hips into your warm and wet cunt in a frenzy once he bottomed out, because it felt too good not to.

your moans and words of affirmation made him melt into the crook of your neck, as he tried to be good and listen to you, trying his best not to cum quickly.

"f-fuck... s-sorry...! ah! I might cum soon..." he whined out, feeling you clench around his cock.

"... it's okay, cum for me." you managed to coo out to him between your soft pants. scaramouche came instantly, feeling weak in the knees as he collapsed onto you.

you smiled, realizing that he fell asleep from exhaustion.

scaramouche, despite his watching and curious looks towards you, never realized that you noticed his shy glances. it was cute, you thought.

you would wait in spots where you saw him sometimes, just to see his reaction to your newest low-cut top. and you would purposefully bend down in front of him when you wore a skirt, all just to see his face contort nervously, and to see his cheeks redden.

the thought of tainting his image of you being innocent and sweet was all too tempting, and you finally had him wrapped around your little finger.

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 | scaramouche

synopsis : the loud explosions of the fireworks certainly are a nightmare when you're trying to get a goodnight's rest. scaramouche helps you tire out and sleep good. new years special !!

cw(s) : smut ! fingering, scaramouche laps up your juices, fem! reader

"ugh, I'm so not excited for the barrage of fireworks tonight." you groaned, hearing a distant one go off.

SCARAMOUCHE hummed in agreement as he sat behind you, idly scrolling on his phone.

"... not like it matters to you anyways, since you sleep like a log." you said it in a jealous tone, feeling a bit annoyed at the fact that your lover wouldn't lose any sleep tonight with you. he rolled his eyes, putting his phone down to gently lift your head up to look at him.

"does the noise bother you?"

"it'ssss... it's just too loud."

"wanna try ear plugs?" his suggestion made you shake your head, as you hated the way they fit in your ears. "I'm out of options, then." to which you huffed in dismay at his quick defeat.

"how about I distract you?"

"you ought to fall asleep once you're tired, right?"

SCARAMOUCHE's goal to get you exhausted and distracted worked, as his fingers plugged up your cunt with ease. moaning and squirming led to you tiring out quickly. the overstimulation drove you further into a mess as you wordlessly and unconsciously bucked your pelvis into his hand.

his voice was soft as he cooed in a calming tone, encouraging you orgasm after orgasm. SCARAMOUCHE promised to get you a good night of sleep, after all.

"easy now, sweet girl." he murmured quietly, watching as you cried out his name particularly loud when the pad of his fingers prodded at your sensitive spot.

SCARAMOUCHE's thumb rubbed small circles around your clit, whilst his other hand gently fondled with your boob. it was about your pleasure and comfort tonight. SCARAMOUCHE praised you as you shook and came again, your hands tightly gripping onto his wrist as your walls spazzed and fluttered. it was uncharacteristic for him to be so soft, but you didn't mind it.

"you're moaning so loud, it's as if you're trying to beat the fireworks in volume." he teased lightly, bringing his fingers from out of your sweet cunt. SCARAMOUCHE smiled as he admired the sheen of which your arousal covered his fingers in, before he brought it up to his mouth.

too tired to feel embarrassed, you breathlessly watched as he licked and popped his digits into his mouth (quite lewdly, without meaning to) to lap up your juices.

your eyes met, and he leaned down slightly to give you a loving kiss. the sounds of the fireworks at this point sounded like a blur to your ears as you focused on the sound of his breathing instead.

"thank you scara..." you mumbled tiredly, trying to keep your eyes open.

"mhm. just sleep. I'll clean you up, and then I'll join you back in bed."

"...happy new year, love."

SCARAMOUCHE lightly pinched your cheek, his signature smug smile and adoring gaze was the last thing you saw before you knocked out cold from exhaustion.

you slept well that night, waking up almost glowing the next morning.

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | scaramouche

synopsis : new years with scaramouche, who only enjoys it because he's spending it with you.

cw(s) : smut below cut! scaramouche x fem! reader, cumming inside, kinda fluffy, not super smutty

SCARAMOUCHE silently checked you out from behind as you were focused on doing some final touches on your makeup.

a small smile made its way up his lips as you stood and did a little twirl. SCARAMOUCHE caught you as you stumbled a bit, pulling you into his hold by the waist.

"how do I look?" you giggled, pushing yourself away a bit to allow him to see you whole. "...you look good." he murmured, but you could tell from his eyes that you he thought more highly of the way you dolled up.

"do you have to look that good though?" SCARAMOUCHE huffed, already feeling a bit jealous at the thought of other guys ogling at you.

"—not that I mind, of course... I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable." understanding his worry, you turned around and cupped his cheeks, sending him a big reassuring grin.

"I'll be alright. afterall, I have the scary dog privilege." you winked at SCARAMOUCHE before leaning to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"...c'mon, loverboy. you wouldn't want to be late to the new years party, hm?"

SCARAMOUCHE grumbled something under his breath, rolling his eyes a bit, but he obediently followed.

the party was alright, but SCARAMOUCHE refrained from expressing his thoughts, as he sported a polite smile. soon, your need to catch up with friends was far greater than your need to stay near him, and his eyes followed your figure attentively through the party.

any individual who would get too close to you would cower away at the intensity at which SCARAMOUCHE glared at them. unaware of what was causing your companions to cut the conversation short, you realized once you felt a pair of arms wrap around your figure protectively.

"...how about we leave after countdown?" SCARAMOUCHE sighed, his grip tightening slightly as he rested his head on your shoulder, his lips slightly pouty.

"what was the point of dressing up then, scara??"

"it's okay. I'll make sure to appreciate the effort you put into making yourself all pretty, once we get home." SCARAMOUCHE's thumb swiped at your lips, catching a bit of color from the product.

his own lips quirked into a small smile as he kissed his thumb gently. a loud announcement made its way to capturing the attention of the crowd, interrupting the small moment between the two of you.

before you knew it, the countdown started.

...3,

...2,

...1,

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

SCARAMOUCHE lifted you up, capturing your lips with his once the fireworks started, not giving you a chance to register what was happening.

dumbfounded, you pulled away breathless, looking at the sight before you. his lips were tintedly lightly red, and his expression had an air of playfulness to it.

cheeky bastard.

"w-wait, wait, waait...!" you cried out, feeling him slip inside from behind you. your eyes rolled back as you clenched around his cock. "...s' too d-deeep...~!" you whimpered, feeling his tip hit your womb.

SCARAMOUCHE carefully took a fistful of your hair, pulling you towards him, causing an arch in your back. he found it hot how pretty you still looked despite the smear of your lipstick and running of mascara. your dress pulled down to where your tits were exposed and bouncing with every thrust.

even though you insisted you couldn't take more, you kept clinging so tightly onto him, and crying every time his dick slipped out of your hole.

it was cute, really.

"should've seen the way those guys were eyeing you up like a pack of wolves... it's too bad they don't know who you belong to."

"isn't that right, pretty girl?"

"mhmmm... jus' yours, all yoursss..." you nodded and babbled mindlessly, too drunk on the way it hit and kissed your cervix, to care. SCARAMOUCHE hummed, feeling pleased as he gave you a kiss, nipping your lips gently near the end of it.

"I'm so glad to have you...and I can tell that you are too, from the way your pussy's squeezing me..." he let out a small chuckle, flipping you over. SCARAMOUCHE's gaze softened as he saw your teary eyes, brushing his hand gently up to wipe them away.

his pace certainly slowed down, but SCARAMOUCHE made sure that you still felt good as he languidly pumped his cock in and out of your cunt. your release came quickly due to the overstimulation from previous rounds as you came for the nth time, blanking out and seeing stars as you twitched and let out a loud moan. SCARAMOUCHE came soon after, with one last thrust, burying his face into your neck.

"y-you're here with me, and I'm here with you..." he murmured, grasping your hand. "it doesn't matter if you dress up or not, you'll always look pretty..."

"...we don't need to go to a party. if you want, we can just have a count down and kiss once it hits 12 o'clock..."

"so, i-i'm saying... let's just spend every year together." SCARAMOUCHE huffed, turning his face away from yours, bashfully.

you gave him a look of disbelief. not believing that he could still act bashful after saying the stating the simplest thing after SCARAMOUCHE spent hours bullying you with his cock.

"whatever, I love you too, scara... happy new year."

you rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a kiss with a big smile on your lips.

"w-what? sorry... are you upset I ruined your makeup??"

ੈ✩↟‧₊˚ I'll be writing some sfw and nsfw pieces to celebrate the festive season! pieces will be updated as they go, and I hope that they bring you some type of joy

requests are always open!

will be written with a fem reader for the nsfw ones

⤿𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 23𝐑𝐃 — 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘢

scaramouche & xiao

⤿𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 24𝐓𝐇 — 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬! ღ

scaramouche

⤿𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 25𝐓𝐇 — 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 ღ

xiao

ღ = nsfw

maybe something cliché like the reader getting stuck in a box, dressed up really lewdly and explicitly in a skimpy outfit

or

soft cozy lovemaking under the warm sheets (hehe)

I am open to ideas and brainrot !!! (will delete after a while)

☆ softer scaramouche smut drabble

scaramouche x fem! reader

cw(s): afab! reader, creampie, missionary, cunnilingus, he calls you sweet girl

he couldn't help it.

as much as he acted like he hated the affections you showed him, he couldn't help but look forward to seeing you, hearing you voice your appreciation for him, as well as show him how much you loved him.

scaramouche's rough attitude and blunt way of speaking didn't translate over to his actions. his touch was soft and gentle when it came to you, this especially being present at times when he wanted to take it slow and cherish your body.

"you're insufferable... you know that?" scaramouche huffed softly, his hair falling over his eyes as he stared up at you.

despite his words, his face was flushed, eyes dilated as he delicately caressed his fingers into your sopping cunt. scaramouche watched you carefully for your reactions, a small smile making its way to his face as he leaned in and lapped away at your essence.

scaramouche made his way up to press a sweet kiss to your lips as your whole body shook and arched into his own. you swore you felt him smirk a bit into the kiss.

his garments fell and his hard cock rested in his fist as he pumped it slowly. scaramouche's precum coated the entirety of his fingers, and he let out soft moans as his cock laid against your bare pussy, rubbing his tip against your clit gently.

scaramouche let out a little whimper when his tip entered. the warmth and tight squeeze almost made him cum right there and then.

"f-fuck..." he groaned, throwing his head backwards in pleasure as he bit his lip. his gaze then followed from where you both were connected, up to your dilated blown out eyes, and flushed complexion.

to him, you were the prettiest thing. only he would ever see you like this, and it was almost comforting as he embraced you, thrusting at a languid pace.

soft cries left your mouth, to which he cooed gently and shushed you by locking your lips with a kiss.

scaramouche groaned, feeling your warm walls flutter around his cock, but he let out a small and proud huff as his fingers promptly trailed their way down to your clit. he traced circles on the sensitive bud, still thrusting as he watched you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"...close already?" scaramouche said it a bit gruffly, but the small smile he adorned told you how he felt otherwise. "cum for me then, sweet girl."

and just like that, you felt your climax hit you hard as your back arched off the bed, eyes rolled back, and mouth agape, stuttering moans leaving your lips.

he hummed quietly, watching you as he continued to move his hips to help you ride out your high.

"s-shit," scaramouche reached out for your hand, feeling his climax near from how hard you clenched around him.

"o-outside, or inside?" he hurriedly murmured next to your ear, feeling close. you wrapping your legs around his waist gave him the answer he needed as he jackhammered his hips even faster.

his hips stuttered into a gradually slower pace before stopping, some of his cum starting to leak as he tried to catch his breath a bit.

scaramouche pushed himself off of you after pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, rushing to run a towel under some warm water before cleaning the both of you up and handing you a water bottle.

it was only after he finished cleaning the both of you up that he decided to finally lay back down in bed with you, although with a bit of space in between the two of you.

finding it a bit strange, you quirked up a sleepy brow at him, to which he returned.

"what?"

"you wanna cuddle so bad..?" he continued.

"fine." scaramouche wrapped his arms around you before you could say anything, rolling his eyes a bit.

"you could've just asked, you know." he murmured.

"...but you didn't even give me a chance to speak."

guys please... that itto post is flopping harder than I thought 😭😭... scara posts were drabbles and they got sm more likes ?

maybe I should just stick to scaramouche posts

itto headcannons please 😩☝️

not sure what kind of headcannons you wanted :) so I decided to do a sfw and nsfw.

nsfw is below the cut.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

☆ arataki itto

cw(s): afab! reader, mentions of breeding, positions; full nelson, prone bone, size difference, dick details, morning wood

synopsis: headcannons for the boss of the arataki gang (arataki itto is biggest goof)

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝐬𝐟𝐰)

itto is the biggest goof around town.

but he's your goof. you can't help but adore him and the way he sees light in every situation. (even when there is none.)

↳ though he's not rich, and not the smartest, he finds ways to make you smile. whether it be hugs, compliments, or a pretty pebble he found on his adventures that he wanted you to see.

↳ itto is a respectful king, he loves every bit of you and he makes sure to often kiss you gently all over. pecking and covering all of your skin whilst he worships you.

↳ flowers are a must. he makes sure to pick up some pretty flowers that remind him of you whenever the both of you meet up.

↳ itto loves to chat and talk about how his day went, telling you about the smallest details, and of course, ending it with his proclamation of love for you.

↳ big, clingy, and cuddly bear. (best cuddle buddy.)

↳ his favorite thing to do is tackle you, taking you down with him as he bear hugs you.

his frame absolutely engulfs your entire figure !! he's so big and muscular, but his chest is oh so squishy. (there's a slight panic that he'll suffocate you every time your face is pressed into his chest, but a couple of hurried taps has itto letting go, apologizing with a sheepish grin on his face.)

↳ as previously stated (and already known !!) itto is big.

↳ realistically, itto smells (kinda) sweaty. fresh out of the shower itto smells like a mix of honey with an earthy wood scent.

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 ( 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 )

↳ his dick stands at 9 inches hard, and about 7.5 inches soft. tip is a pretty pinkish brown (#ad8882 if you want.) it curves slightly to his left, is very veiny, and quite girthy.

↳ itto is extremely dirty without realizing it in bed.

it's hot in the moment, but it's quite lewd and embarrassing when itto talks dirty. itto finds inspiration from films and porn, heck, even the erotica novels that he finds at the back of yae publishing house. (he skips all of the pages except for the explicit scenes.)

"f-fuck yeahh... pussy is sucking me in so deep, hm?"

"gonna pound this sweet cunt and breed it real good..."

↳ despite the embarrassment felt sometimes when you hear him spout filth into your ears, you can't help but moan.

itto's cock reaches reeeal deep. you swear you can feel his tip touch your cervix.

his relentless pounding has you weak, huffing for air as he flips you over into a different position.

↳ speaking of positions, itto loves prone bone.

it has his dick hitting every right spot inside that sweet cunt of yours, every mewl drives him crazy as he clutches onto your hips, pressing you deeper into the mattress as he plows like a beast.

↳ loves full nelson as well.

he feels so big and strong when he's holding you by the knees, all while thrusting up into your warm pussy.

itto does tries his best to be gentle, but it's so hard when he looks down to see you writhe and beg for him oh so desperately. he doesn't want to keep his poor baby waiting after all.

↳ there are times where he's real clumsy and cute, letting out small profanities and a small whine when his cock slips out of your wet entrance, or when he almost cums undone from just rubbing his dick up against you.

↳ itto cums an ungodly amount & has insane stamina, so you'll be in for a couple of rounds possibly passed out by the end of it.

↳ he's sweet, making sure to clean the both of you up with a wet and warm towel.

↳ itto throws a loose shirt of his over you before he passes out, unconsciously moving in his sleep to spoon you from behind.

↳ his morning wood has the both of you going for sleepy sex.

↳ small, sweet, murmurs and whispers are exchanged.

itto is a big cuddly bear who can't help but want to plant himself deep inside you because he loves you so much!

☆ itto drabble

itto x fem! reader

afab! reader, big dick itto, creampie, size difference, praise, bimbofication, tummy bulge, cumdump,

oh my goshhh... being nothing more than a cumdump for itto. letting him drain his heavy balls inside any, or every hole.

and itto's so oblivious to how big his cock actually is, he's cooing softly, rubbing the tip of his cock around your lips before he pushes it in.

"shh... good girl. you can take it."

literally going insane at the thought of him looking down and seeing the size difference (he's such a big guy after all) itto's brain is working hard to comprehend how such a tiny thing like you can take his cock so well.

his cum spurts everywhere, literally everywhere when he cums, spilling out of your mouth, pussy, onto your boobs, you name it.

itto's cock is also so big that there's a obvious bulge whenever he thrusts. he gets even more riled up seeing himself that deep inside with your tummy bulge.

"so good... you feel so good around my cock, sweet girl."

his stamina is also nuts. he promises that the last round was the last, but he can't help his cock from getting hard again after seeing his cum flow from your cunt.

itto was going to pump you full of his cum, and plug you up with his cock once he was done.

"one more round."

"just one more round, okay baby?"

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝐬𝐟𝐰)

↳ rebooting...

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰)

☆ bottom in denial (scaramouche) [gn]

☆ teasing (scaramouche) [f]

☆ soft, but just for that moment (scaramouche)[f]

☆ obsessed (itto) [f]

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝐬𝐟𝐰)

↳ rebooting...

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰)

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

☆ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 [f]

↳ scaramouche loves it when you're sprawled out in front of him, a complete mess as he indulges.

☆ 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 [f]

↳ scaramouche only admits to you that he wants tiny versions of you and him running around in bed.

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

☆ priestess × yashiro commissioner (req!)[f]

↳ ayato can't help but want to make you his wife, to give you his kids and make you forget about becoming head priestess.

𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

☆ 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐢 [f]

↳ itto being your first and oni

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝐬𝐟𝐰)

↳ rebooting...

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰)

𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

☆ nsfw and sfw boyfriend headcanons (req!)[f]

↳ how the big oni treats you as his lover.

[gn] = gender neutral [f] = female [m] = male

don't see what you're looking for? feel free to request !

☆ drabble about scaramouche

gn!reader, cock sucking (head) 18+ !!, sub! scara, whiny scara

thinking about scara as a bottom...

he'd be so cute, denying that he feels good and squirming with every touch ! (because he's not used to normal touch anyways, so touching him intimately sends him into overdrive)

"f-fuuck..." scaramouche let out a small whine, quickly covering up his mouth with the palm of his hand. his hips bucked up into the wet cavern of your mouth, scaramouche's pelvis was flushed against your nose.

pulling away right when he's on the edge of cumming, watching his face fall and his eyes start to tear up as he stutters. scaramouche is flustered and upset that you pulled off of his throbbing and painfully hard cock.

"I didn't... I-I didn't tell you to stop...!"

god, the look on his face is priceless. he's debating whether he should throw away all of his pride and beg pathetically, or suffer from all of your teasing.

even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise—scaramouche/wanderer

a knock. comes with another one. and another. and as if sensing the urgency between those tired yet soft knocks on your door, you open it.

"wha—" your breath was knocked out of you when suddenly, someone had let themself fall into your chest and hugs you tightly. so tight that you can feel your spine going to snap at any moment.

"kuni...?" you look down, eyes boring through his indigo tresses.

"i..." oh, you heard a sob.

carefully lifting you arm, you raised your hand above his head and gingerly caress his dark locks. the soft pads of your fingers scratching his scalp that almost makes him melt on the spot.

"(name)," he whispered your name.

"yes?"

"can i—" his breathing is ragged and shaky, you can tell by the way his body tremble under your touch. "can i sleep with you tonight?"

the question almost made you want to coo over him, "of course." although you hate how much he's being bratty by the days, you were not merciless enough to let the poor boy standing in your front door so you guided him to your bed.

with you sitting on the edge of your bed, him wrapping his arms around your neck, sitting on your lap as you adjust him in a more comfortable position, you let him cry. his never ending tears already dampening your shoulder.

rubbing circles on his back, whispering sweet nothings to his ear and a hum of a traditional lullaby from your homeland leaving your lips. with this, you allowed him to be vulnerable around you. to let his cocky demeanor break and flow his emotions out.

it's another nightmare, you guesses. but you didn't ask, you never do, afraid of being too straightforward. it's alright, you tell yourself. he will tell you about it when the time comes.

for now though, you'll settle for comforting the dear wanderer on your lap, hugging him gently and reassuring him that you'll never leave. that you'll stay by his side.

"(name)..." the stiffled mumble of your name causes you to hum. "can i—can i call you mother/father?"

you can't see it, but you can swear his ears are burning red right now. "you can always, dearest."

"mother/father.." he called out.

"yes, son?" oh! the mere mention of the word "son" sent some euphoric shiver down his spine.

"mother/father..." he said once again, as if trying to familiarize himself with the foreign word.

"yes, my son?"

"i love you"

"i love you too, sweetheart."

that night, and the following night, and the night after, and so on, the nightmares never came back.

CW: Drabble about telling Xiao you love him the first time, sweet words being shared, calling Xiao 'darling', red-faced Xiao, gentle kisses being shared, gentle physical touch.

Imagine telling Xiao how much you love him for the first time. The both of you are sitting on the balcony of Wangshu Inn, the stars twinkling overhead and the moon bathing the land in a soft glow. It was the perfect atmosphere to tell your beloved Xiao just how incredibly hard you had fallen for him.

Even though it was dark, you found yourself completely hypnotized by the golden orbs staring into your own. Xiao's pale skin practically shone in the glow of the moon bathing his body, he was a work of art and you couldn't help the way your heart skipped beats as you told him about your day. Nights like this have become regular between the two of you; Xiao taking the time to listen about your day and the tasks you completed. Seeing the way a soft smile forms on his face has your heart stopping in your chest completely, the words dying in your throat, and eyes widening slightly at the sight. It was times like this you couldn't help but swoon over the vigilant yaksha you were so deeply in love with.

Puzzled by the abrupt ending of your story Xiao's brows furrowed, concern washing over his face. "Y/N?" his voice is smooth like honey, his pale hand coming to cup your cheek delicately. "Is everything alright?"

The words have long left your brain, eyes gazing up into those golden ones and throat dry as you fumbled with what to say. Finally, after what feels like decades, you managed to get out what you had been dreaming about all this time.

"I love you, Xiao."

A long silence stretches between the two of you as time goes on, and it is almost like neither of you are sure how to react. It is almost as if the information is being processed by the adepti. His lips part to speak just as his face flushes a crimson that travels to the tips of his ears. Oh, what a lovely sight indeed. Before Xiao can utter a single word, he is leaning forward and locking your lips together in a sweet kiss. The kiss is overwhelmingly sweet as Xiao's hand comes to rest on the small of your back, tugging you impossibly closer to his soft lips.

"Darlin-"

"I love you too, y/n." Xiao's voice comes out so quiet it is just barely above a whisper, but they hold so much meaning you can feel your heart stopping all over again. You are so ground-breakingly in love with his man.

CW: Thirst about giving Gorou attention after he feels neglected, calling Gorou 'puppy', NSFW, MDNI, nipple play, one (1) thigh slap, sub!gorou, dom!reader, tying Gorou up, oral sex, anal fingering, no cock/strap penetration, NOT PROOFREAD.

Imagine worshiping Gorou's body after he comes to you about feeling a little neglected recently. Tying his hands above his head so you have the chance to appreciate his body without the distraction of wandering hands. By the time the poor general's underwear has been tugged off of him he is achingly hard, cock heavy, and lying against his stomach. It's purple at the tip, precum beading at the slit and you find yourself bending down to swipe over the moisture with your tongue. Just as the taste of salt bathes your tongue, Gorou is whining out, hips arching towards your mouth in hopes you'll give him what he wants.

Before he manages to shove your mouth deeper onto his cock, you give his thigh a sharp slap, the sound echoing in the bedroom along with the general's disappointed cry. His aqua eyes are gazing down at you owlishly, his pretty pale cheeks stained a lovely red as he anticipates what is to come next. Gorou loses his breath as you climb over him the heat of your body coming to rest against his as you lean to kiss him. The kiss starts out as sweet, lips meshing together perfectly before it grows hotter as your hands find their home on Gorou's chest.

A sharp gasp escapes your puppy as your fingers grab onto his nipples, rolling the hard pink buds between your thumb and index fingers. Gorou's back is arching into the touch with ease, tail thumping against the bed slightly as he whines out his approval of the actions.

"Hng...y-y/n!"

With a soft chuckle, you cast your eyes up towards Gorou's face, his aqua eyes staring back at you with a pleading look. You know just what he wants right now. Lowering your lips, you drag your hot tongue over one of his nipples, closing your lips around the bud to give it a good suck. The way your tongue curls around the bud combined with your gentle sucks is enough to drive your puppy mad, his moans already echoing off the walls. How cute, given the fact you've hardly touched him.

Gorou's hands were straining against the ropes around his wrists, wanting desperately to touch you, to make you feel the same pleasure you were giving him right now. Little did the pup know that everything was about to get so much better for him. Pressing a chaste kiss to the general's chest, you pushed reached for the lube beside the man, slicking your digits up with ease.

"Now now, don't be impatient, Pup, we need to make sure my fingers are nice and slick for you~" The words leaving your lips practically have Gorou drooling already, wanting nothing more than to feel something inside him. Anything.

The first two digits slide into the pup with ease, both because he has been keeping himself loose for you and how excited he was at that moment. Gorou keens as you slide them in until your knuckle is against his rim, the air leaving his lungs and a thin whine escaping his lips. Tight, wet heat surrounds your digits making you shudder before beginning to pump them inside and out. God, what you wouldn't give to fuck him until he was crying right now.

You curled your fingers in a way that Gorou recognized to be strikingly familiar, the sudden burst of pleasure coiling in his stomach at the action had him crying out loudly, the sound filling the small space of your shared bedroom. A chuckle escaped your lips, leaning to swipe your tongue over the head of his cock once more in a teasing motion.

"Oh? Did that feel good puppy? You like the way my fingers fill you up? You like how expertly they rub your prostate like that?"

"Y-Yes! Please...y/n...I-I've been...hah..such a good boy for y-you!" Gorou can barely get the words out as your mouth swallows down his cock in one swift motion, yanking desperately at the ropes while his back arches from the bed at the sensation. "P-Please! Let me t-touch!"

It's cute how desperate the general sounds under your touch, how pliant and needy he really is behind closed doors for you. Gorou's aqua eyes are shut tightly as he already feels his orgasm getting near, his tummy tightening as a warm band of pleasure gets ready to snap. The two of you haven't been sexually active in a while so it's only natural that he cums so easily for you. Good thing he has a great recovery time because you'll be sure to keep this up all night.

Licking the thick vein on the underside of his cock combined with your fingers curling into his prostate once more nearly has him cumming on the spot. However, he knows better than to cum without your permission. Gorou has tears in his eyes already, his thighs shaking as he desperately tries to hold back his orgasm, that warm band of pleasure coiling tighter in his tummy.

"Y/N! Please...ah...please!" Gorou's words are rushed, almost slurred as he struggles not to cum in your warm mouth already. "I-I wanna cum...hng...please!"

Before your precious puppy has a chance to cum and break the rules, you pat his thigh three times so you don't have to remove your mouth. The clearance is all he needs, the band finally snapping and spreading an intense warmth through his body. He is crying, hips jerking up into your mouth and thighs trembling as he fills your mouth with his sticky cum.

Once he is finished, jerking slightly from his orgasm, you untie his hands, trialing your own between his inner thighs and drawing out yet another moan.

"How about you let me show you more attention?"

Calling them by a pet name PT.1

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ(s): Diluc, Venti, and Xiao

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: None, not proofread as usual

ᴛʏᴘᴇ: drabble/one-shot, fluff, Gender-neutral reader (Pronouns not mentioned)

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: Their reactions to you calling them a pet name for the first time.

ᴀ/ɴ: Pfft this was so cute to make! Stay tuned for part 2 later this week!

“Everything alright, my love?” He looks worried like he usually does when you don’t answer him straight away. Was something bothering you?

The first time you ever called Diluc by a pet name was a few months into your relationship and it was purely by accident. You had decided to wait for your boyfriend to close up the tavern, sitting on the very edge of the bar, feet unable to touch the ground as you swung them gently. Diluc was wiping down the tables, a soft humming coming from his throat, making a smile break out across your face as you listened to the soothing noise. The man’s voice was a melody to your ears and one that you could never get tired of. It was low and sweet like a slow dripping honey on a cool winter day, something you could listen to for hours on end. You were broken from your thoughts as Diluc nudged you gently, worry creasing his brow. You were so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t even realized he was calling out for you. 

Diluc was staring at you from where he stood on the other side of the counter, his usually tied up hair was beginning to slip from it’s confines, a few strands falling to frame his face. A smile graced your lips, slender hand gripping your boyfriend’s wrist to tug him between your parted legs. You take him being so close as a chance to tuck a stray hair behind his ear, leaning forward to slot your lips together in a sweet kiss. Diluc’s breath is stolen the moment your lips meet, breathy whine escaping as he presses himself closer into your embrace. He had been waiting all day to be wrapped up in your arms, and now that the tavern was closed, he wanted nothing more than to go home with you.

At his whine, a soft chuckle escapes your throat, moving to break the kiss and see the state that you have left him in after one kiss. Once your lips are parted, you take notice that Diluc’s face is nearly the same shade as his hair, making you smile at how embarrassed he looked. He really was craving attention wasn’t he? 

“Oh darling...you look absolutely adorable…” You manage to breathe out, smile never breaking because he just looks so perfect standing before you like this. 

You reach to cup his cheek in your hand, palm pressed up against the warm skin there and you press another lingering kiss to his lips. “Yes, darling?” you smirk, unable to look away as he begins to stutter out how he needs to finish locking up the tavern.

Diluc’s eyes snap open the moment that the pet name leaves your lips, he can feel his body beginning to heat up, and it isn’t because of his pyro vision. He is silent for a good minute before attempting to speak. “D-Darling? You called me darling?” He stumbled over his words at first, only succeeding in making his cheeks darken in color.

“Oh? Hurry up then so we can go home, okay darling?” Oh you were never going to stop calling him that.

It isn't uncommon for Venti to use pet names with you, often calling you 'My muse' just to see how your face flushes that lovely shade of red he has been dying to see. He loves to see that crimson red that stains your cheeks, mainly because it contrasts so well with your skin. Venti often calls you by pet names when the two of you are around anyone, he likes knowing that everyone understands you belong to him. However, these pet names always stretch into your private time as well, murmured against your lips as he tugs you impossibly closer to the warmth of his body.

"My muse, don't realize how beautiful you are after I am done kissing you?" He would whisper once he allows you to part your lips for air. He thinks you look the best after you have been kissed: eyes half lidded, lips parted for air, and your cheeks that wonderful crimson yet again. You were a walking masterpiece.

The first time you call him a pet name it is among the branches of the tree in Windrise. You are perched against the trunk of the tree, a book in your hands as Venti settles his upper torso between your spread legs. In his hands holds his lyre, fingers gently strumming the strings, and bringing forth only the most beautiful of melodies. You take a break from your book after a little while, closing it to lean forward and press your face against the Bard's neck. You breathe in the comforting scent of your boyfriend. Of home.

A small giggle escapes Venti's throat and he squirms slightly as your nose brushes against the sensitive skin of his neck. "My muse, that tickles..." He informs sweetly, fingers never once messing up a single note of his song. The simple sound of his giggle has your heart bursting with love and an uncontrollable need to hold him tighter...to never let him go.

"Archons, darling, the sweet sound of your voice makes my heart pound..." Your voice blows warm air against Venti's ear, but hearing your words has him freezing. Hands stilling on the Lyre in his hands, before he is quick to put it down so he can face you. As you come face to face, the Bard's eyes are practically shining, his cheeks are dusted with a brilliant red.

"You finally used a pet name for me, My Muse! It took you long enough!" He is pouting, but mirth warms his gaze. The way you laugh at his outburst makes him decide right then that he was the luckiest  Archon in all of Teyvat.

You had been sitting with Xiao on the top balcony of Wangshu Inn when you first called him by a pet name. The sun was setting just beyond the horizon, it was a beautiful sight to behold with the birds drinking up the last bit of the dying light. However, as your eyes drifted over to your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but stop to stare at the beauty before you. Xiao’s golden eyes were practically glowing in the last few rays of the sun’s light, the gentle breeze swaying his hair just slightly to have you enraptured by his beauty. 

A soft breath escaped your lips in awe, making Xiao turn his head towards you curiously, brows furrowing as he gazes over in your direction. “What are you st-”

“N-Nothing, Kitten! Y-You just look really nice with the way the light is shining on you…” As you go to explain, the pet name slips. Kitten? What were you thinking? Your cheeks shift as red as Diluc’s hair usually is, eyes casting anywhere, but the adeptus in front of you. Everything about him reminded you of a kitten, he would huff and glare at you often when in reality all he wanted was your affection. Not that he would EVER admit that out loud.

Xiao looks equally as surprised, his cheeks being bathed in scarlet as mere seconds go by. Did you just call him Kitten? Why that of all things? The Yaksha didn’t exactly hate the pet name, but there was no way he was going to admit how that simple name made his chest burst with an unusual warmth. “T-That is no way to address an Adeptus!”

Seeing the way your face falls upon hearing his exclamation, Xiao feel regret twisting in his chest. A small huff of annoyance escaping his throat as he tugs you to his chest, hand going to bury itself in your soft locks. "...you may call me what you please...as long as it stays between us." He warns, but even if you allow the name to slip in public, would he really be that mad at you?

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■■■■■'𝚜 𝚅𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢: 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜

A simple recollection lost to the whispers and gossip, in fear or in awe younger him did not know. All ■■■■■ could muster from his memories was the face of his twin sister and mother's gentle love embracing him and praising him for his victory.

From his young pestering pleads, his mother sat him down and retold him the story of how he received these branching flowers on his entire body. His mother would always start the recollection with the same beginning, his sister listening quietly beside him. "It was created by your heart, determination to protect your other half."

For many years, since he was old to walk and fight, ■■■■■ had taken the role of Lady Yingyue's protector and carried the duty with pride. One could dare say in his sister's grace, he became her decoy to trick and teach those wanting manipulate her a lesson they would not forget.

It wasn't until the eve of their 13th birthday, the cycle of promised protection ended with the cruel torture and the lightning's blessing. The people he had sworn to fend off, instead took him all too happily for the taste of revenge on his soul. Laughed at his pain, mocked him for being weak, belittled him for his "cursed" bloodline.

And yet, the young ■■■■■ laughed as it were pure entertainment, promising he'll get to have fun with them eventually. Words had only left his mouth before the storm's judgement struck where he was ensnared, leaving its blossoms on his flesh and the promise in his hands.

What commenced when the lightning's spring came to bloom is often foretold in variations, but it always ended with him returning home covered in red and burns, holding so closely a electrifying jewel to his chest. Smiling proudly as if he climbed all the way to Celestia and back to his family's embrace victorious.

"You asked if I was proud of you that night, before falling unconscious." It was a rare moment to see his mother looking at him with genuine adoration, the suddened softening of her stern scowl. "I was and always will. That gift which burns so brightly in your hands speaks of your strength and love. Carry your flowers with pride, my little spider."

Often the storm of opinionated pity and disgust for his story is heard trailing after him, but ■■■■■ still dances in the weather by his sister's side without a care in the world, the refulgent vision and scars he carries an honest attestation of life. It is through this memory told by tale, adventures he ventures on be nothing more than the fruits of his labor made through enigmatic means and promises.