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Matsuri - Multi-Chapter Fic Series Masterlist (Xiao x F!Reader x Scaramouche) - Modern!UniStudents!AU
Chapter 1 - Matsuri .
It had been exactly a year ago when you first met him. It was a breezy spring night, slightly chilly despite being late May. Hutao had claimed that her friend would be performing on a band night at your university’s clubs assembly, a mini-festival if you will. That being said, it wasn't a big event, so you felt that you could accompany her to listen to live music.
You remembered arriving slightly late to the concert hall the bands were performing at, thanks to your professor deciding to extend the class time for another 10 minutes without realising the period was over. Stumbling over your feet almost as you hurriedly searched for your brunette friend, you found her high pigtails and signature hat peeking from behind in the middle row and you hastily made your way to the next seat while making sure not to block other students’ view as much as you could.
Before you could say sorry for making her wait, the next band, the drummer twirling the drum sticks swiftly and setting the beginning of his band’s performance with 4 hits on the cymbal to set the rhythm. When the harmony of bass, electric guitar and every member’s heart poured from the stage to the listeners’ ears, your eyes widened in delight. Total of five members were playing an oh-so familiar song. Your eyes were drawn to the performers as your eyes fixated immediately on one member in particular.
You simply couldn’t tear your eyes off of the pretty drummer at the back. He was dressed in all black, silver accessories glistening under the harsh stage lighting. He had a black mask on too, you could barely make out his features. Uncertain, but you could’ve sworn you saw a strike of dark green in his hair, dyed prominently and matching perfectly to his freestyle attire.
The band known as “Breeze”, and they were currently performing that one song you assumed only you knew, the one you used to listen to religiously in sophomore year of your high school. The band performed with little to criticise, you pondered on how much practice it took to perfect the song. The intense, yet alluring voice of the braided vocalist, motions and precise strums of the guitarists, bassist who seemed to be grinning from one ear to another, and god the way the pretty drummer’s hair swayed along with his movements was effectively driving you insane. He swung the sticks with mastered motion, playing the drum with closed eyes and acute senses of musical perception. It looked so natural to him, you felt almost hypnotised. You barely had the sense to wonder how long he had been playing the drum to play with such professional aura.
The longer you listened and looked at him, the more he took your breath away with his own beauty and his drumming skills. Hutao’s voice exclaiming how breathtaking the performance was slowly faded away the longer you stared at the drummer in the back- everything about him struck your interest. Strange how the pretty drummer looked. He appeared like he owned this world then, simply dominating the stage with his performance. Your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest any given moment- you felt absolutely enamoured.
Hutao’s scarlet eyes glanced in your direction with a raised eyebrow from your silence, wondering what’s got you so focused until she followed your gaze. Surely enough after a while she found the drummer you were staring at- who looked to be your type.
“The drummer, is it?” She cooed with a teasing smirk, but you kept quiet again due to being preoccupied with the performance fully.
To your dismay, the mystery of a drummer exited the stage after only two performances, switching to another member of their club as he disappeared behind the curtain. You felt your heart beat wildly in your chest- an uneasy feeling spreading from the moment he disappeared from your sight. Would you ever see him again? Would he perform again? Who even was he? Your mind raced with millions of questions.
Before you knew it the band performances ended, and you headed home after saying your goodbyes to Hutao. Despite knowing nothing about neither his club nor the mysterious drummer himself, ou felt an unexplainable bittersweet feeling swell in your chest- you felt the clawing urge to find him, try to get to know him at least. But he was nowhere to be seen after the event, silently hoping you might see him somewhere if you hung around the avenue for a while, you came to the unfortunate conclusion that his performance was done for the day and he had probably headed back already.
With a sigh, you headed to the nearby bus station as a mocking thought entered your head- why were you so enamoured to begin with? He was virtually a stranger, were you really about to fall into the cringeworthy troupe of “love at first sight” or something of the sort? Heck, you tried your best to remind yourself that there was a high chance of never seeing him again, unless you made a move which you surely can’t. How could you anyway? Go up to his bandmate and ask for his information? You’d be damned, there was no way.
As you found your way back home in the bus, you hastily grabbed your phone- suddenly a new idea struck you. Maybe even if he wouldn’t know it was you, the urge to express how amazing the pretty drummer looked on stage was too overwhelming to ignore. Hence, you logged into the anonymous platform of your college you almost never used before and typed away.
“ may. 6th – anonymous post.
title: Breeze, first and second performance drummer!
content : watching Breeze band’s performance was a blast. the drummer was especially amazing! I wonder if he has a girlfriend… haha… unless? A joke, Anyways, Breeze is such a great band, you have a new fan!”
You leaned your head against the window and spaced out, silently pondering which assignments you had to do once you went home. The reports on Tuesday class, the team project on Wednesday… Now that finals were about a month away, the professors seem to have an unsaid agreement on burying students with workload.
Before you knew it you closed your eyes after confirming that your stop wasn’t yet near, settling on at least resting your eyes if not sleep for a few minutes.
Amidst your attempt to ease your exhaustion, your phone flashed with a certain notification.
You have a new private message in response to your article “Breeze, first and second performance drummer”!
Anonymous: thanks…?
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One year later - May.
If someone had told you yesterday that you’d be forced to stand still in the burning afternoon sun and sit on the hard ground without anything to soften the surface tomorrow, you’d have probably rolled your eyes and possibly claimed it wasn’t a big deal. Well, what a turn of events.
What kind of godforsaken college festival forced you to stand or sit on the ground for 2 hours prior and for another 5 for the actual performances itself with absolutely no seats? Neither the organisation committee nor Hutao, who suggested you went together in the first place, warned you to wear comfortable clothes to sit on the ground. Not to mention it wasn’t soft or grassy, it was mostly dried grass and dirt, hence how uncomfortable it was to sit on without a mat. To make matters worse, the short dried grass sticks to your clothes every time you get up, and the crisp soil would dirty your clothes completely.
You silently cursed seeing that post yesterday online, claiming that people often wore pretty clothes to college festivals. The post claimed that it was a once in a while opportunity that allowed you to be well dressed because otherwise, everyone reached out for hoodies and sweatpants on normal campus days. It made you rummage through your wardrobe to bring out that one dress you bought months ago and never worn because you never had the occasion to, somewhat apprehensive of standing out too much while still wanting to fit in if people chose a flashier choice of outfits. It had taken you some degree of courage to wear it and leave the house, and of course you had to almost roll around in the dusty ground in that dress once you actually made it to the festival ground. Almost everyone was in comfy attire to begin with, you were the only one in a dress as far as you could see- let alone a shorter one that reached your mid-thighs. It was as if everyone was already notified of the fact that they would be sitting down on the ground, hence trousers coming in as a more ideal choice of clothing if you had only known before you came here.
Oh well. No use dwelling over it now.
“I didn’t think they wouldn’t have seats” Hutao hummed next to you, sitting down next to you. Although she also encouraged you to wear a dress today, you squinted when you saw she herself was in a sweatshirt and training trousers like everyone else. So much for “a flashy event”.
“I didn’t think everyone would be dressed casually too.” You mumbled in complaint, the dress barely doing anything to cover your legs from the spiky grass under you. The more you tried to keep them from pressing into your skin, the more it seemed to leave ugly marks from the pressure. The weather was unforgiving too, the harsh sunlight pouring on you felt like pressing your body to an iron ore that had been exposed to hundreds of degrees in heat.
“Do your legs hurt? It’s leaving quite the mark” Hutao asked, referring to the grass shaped print from the constant friction from below.
“Doesn’t really hurt, it just looks ugly” You pulled your legs up, hugging them to your chest instead to keep them from pressing on further although it probably wouldn’t help the already formed shape. You carefully adjusted the skirt of your dress so you don’t unintentionally flash someone indecently.
“I wish I brought the mat we use for picnics, this looks like it’ll go on forever” She chuckled awkwardly and adjusted her position similarly to yours.
“Until the end of the festival, yes it seems so” You reluctantly agreed, wondering how long you could last like this. You were in the front row thanks to arriving earlier than most people and waiting for your entrance, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t tempted to leave this instant and change into comfortable clothes. It wouldn’t take you more than an hour to go home and come back, and the festival wasn’t to begin for another hour and a half. But unfortunately, from the hundreds of students behind you and the festival committee repeatedly announcing that re-entry wouldn’t be permitted if you leave your own space, you found your actions restricted. Well, might as well suck it up until the end now that you were already in the best place to enjoy the performances. Or in other words, you had no choice to begin with.
“Last year they had seats, why not-” Your eyes widened and your words were stuck in your throat when you felt pressure next to you, tugging you slightly to the left and the sensation of something hard bumped into your behind for a moment. After making sure that you weren’t imagining the weird tug, your head snapped to your side, surely seeing the culprit. Your eyes focused on the foot stepping on your dress and your brows furrowed in frustration, slight anger spread in your chest as you bit the inside of your cheek after seeing how the flowy fabric now had a nasty dusty print in the shape of his shoes. It wasn’t as if your dress skirt was spread out everywhere, it was just beside you because it wasn’t that long to begin with- and this guy just had to press his entire shoe print on it.
With an upset frown, you raised your head to meet his gaze with a glare, finally taking in the sight of the guy who had nothing but the audacity. To make matters even more infuriating, your anger was doubled when he looked you straight in your eye, slowly shifted his gaze to realise how he stepped on your dress and just took his foot away to plop down next to you a tad too comfortably. He appeared to be friends with the other guy on his left, immediately engaging in a conversation while carelessly tossing his backpack in front of him, the bag knocking yours over. The worst part was how he didn’t even apologise or acknowledge your annoyance, in fact he didn’t even look in your direction again, shifting his position to blatantly press closer to you and practically invade your space even though it was clear he could’ve stayed at a comfortable space had he leaned back or got closer to his friend.
You bit your lip in disbelief, then took a shallow breath to ignore his insufferable behaviour. He was even sitting on the hem of your dress he stepped on, making you passive-aggressively yank it from underneath him and wipe off the dust he oh-so-graciously imprinted on the fabric. And yet again, he paid absolutely no shred of attention to you as he absentmindedly scrolled over his phone and chatted with his friend.
It wasn’t as though you could get angry at him, really. It was already cramped, the students were all sitting in somewhat-to-very close proximity, he had no other choice- you chanted in your mind to soothe your irritation and diverted your attention to Hutao instead. You almost rolled your eyes when she immediately leaned over to lie her head on your lap with a loud sigh, claiming how exhausted she was. It appeared that she didn’t even see your small “conflict” with the dark purple haired stranger next to you.
Wait, purple?
Come to think of it… You discreetly looked back at him again, noticing how his amethyst, almost plum-hued dark hair. Was it dyed? It looked majestic, his curious shade of forelocks. The blinding sunray radiated through his hair, illuminating the colour to appear softer violet in the light. You couldn’t exactly see his face or eyes clearly from the side and with him wearing a cap and a face mask on a boiling hot day, but god you’d be lying if he didn’t look pretty.
Amidst your “discreet” staring, the stranger glanced in your direction and met your gaze. Okay, now this was something you didn’t intend for to happen.
“Did nobody teach you that it’s rude to stare or are you just an airhead?” Your eyes widened slightly when he casually struck up a conversation like he already knew you, not to mention his sarcastic tone. His somewhat husky and smooth voice snapped you out of your senses, then you attempted to look away and perhaps apologise until you realised with a slow blink- you weren’t the asshole here, were you? With your brows furrowing and squinting slightly to express yourself, you scoffed softly and crossed your arms on your chest.
“Do you take delight in leaving footprints over a woman’s dress?” If he was any bit startled by you firing back in the same provoking tone as he used, he didn’t show it one bit. Now that he was fully facing your direction, you had to hold your breath for a moment when your vision fixated on his bold indigo eyes that were a similar shade to his hair. You couldn’t see anything else of his face thanks to his mask, but you were sure you didn’t care enough anyways. His unfairly pretty eyes with a red eyeliner that feels like a statement or perhaps even a warning, and his upturned lashes that were probably longer than yours with mascara and lash curler combined stared into yours with absolutely no hint of emotion other than the slightest glint of amusement.
“So I’m the bad guy because I ruined your oh-so-pretty dress. The dust disappeared when you wiped it off, what’s the big deal?” He had the audacity to yawn and stretch, yet again scooting closer to you until his knees were pressing against your legs. One second was all you needed to scan your surroundings briefly, surely enough nobody else was as closely leaning onto the person next to them so blatantly.
“Normally, people tend to apologise for such behaviour” You didn’t even bother to hide your glare when he kept pressing your buttons more. A part of you was surprised Hutao didn’t step in, but judging from her amused gaze and observation you could see in your peripheral vision, you knew she had no intentions on disturbing her only source of entertainment as of now.
“Oh I am terribly sorry my lady, please forgive this careless commoner for tarnishing your luxe dress” His entire face shifted into a dramatic feign of guilt, our so you’d assume from the artificial attempt at softening his eyes and brows being brought together with too much force. Not much of an emotion could be told when a mask is covering half his face, you thought to yourself.
“Is that what you wanted to hear?” Your eye twitched subtly when he scooted in towards you yet again, now even going as far as to rest his chin on his hand, leaning in closer. Either he was doing it on purpose or he had seriously no consideration for your personal space, you noticed yet again that he was sitting on your dress.
“It’s not what I wanted, it’s called manners and basic compensation for when you make a mistake.” This time you reached out and yanked the fabric back again, both in an attempt to pull your skirt back and hopefully put some distance between you two although it wasn’t looking hopeful at this point.
“Compensation? Is that what you want from me, then?” He raised his brows in slight interest, his eyes shamelessly glancing down to your short dress and exposed legs thanks to the mini length of the dress.
“I never said so, I just want some space if you will.” You reluctantly moved over to Hutao’s side slightly, not thrilled that you had to share some of your own space because he decided that he deserved to occupy half of your seat. He made no attempts to lean in close again to your relief, and you finally turned your gaze back to Hutao.
Before you could say anything, she smirked amusedly and patted your shoulder.
“Good job for standing your ground for once, my lady” You groaned softly when she teased you for the infuriating title he teased you with just now.
“Don’t mention that again.”
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Surely enough, the festival started on time despite the painfully long wait. The first half were reserved for bands and singing performances while the last few ones would be dancing clubs. From the first few performances causing a positive reaction from the crowd, you finally felt that all the inconveniences were worth it in the end. Now that the time slowly flowed and it’s evening, at least the sunray stopped cascading all over you harshly. It was the most pleasant weather of the day in hot summer days, where the sun is setting gradually and the warm breeze adorned your hair.
You decided it would probably be better to sit down while you could because you’d be inevitably standing up once the dance started. At least the vocal performances allowed you to relax for a while until you had to stand up amidst a sea of people for around 4 hours. Your feet were already aching from being here from 2pm to 5:30pm now when it finally started.
Speaking of aching, your patience was also running thinner every second thanks to the infuriating man next to you who kept accidentally or maybe even purposefully bumping his shoulder to yours, constantly glancing at you shamelessly to observe your brows furrow in irritation. For the past hour or so you’ve been trying to find a way to put some space between you two, and yet this purple-headed menace decided that you were his entertainment for the entire duration of this festival. From what you could tell, he was barely even looking at the stage or performances, all he seemed to focus on was his phone once in a while and then his attention always diverted back to you before long. God knows why he was so insistent on pissing you off, you were half tempted to snap at him like he did with you before with no second thought, but you held back half by your patience and the way you knew that would possibly amuse him even further. Maybe if you ignored him for long enough he’d finally leave you alone. Hopefully.
Another rap performance ended as the club members ended their song with a dramatic mic drop, making the crowd of students cheer loudly from the lively atmosphere they brought on. With a small smile you clapped, the energetic stage cheering you up a bit. Hutao cheered with a whistle, seemingly friends with one of the rappers as he waved at her with a small wink. You’d ask her later who he was, you mentally noted.
Just as you tried to reach down to fix your bag on the ground seeing as it had dropped yet again, a particularly strong wind blew and you hurriedly held your skirt from flowing up. Hearing your small gasp, the purple-haired prick looked down at you and smirked amusedly yet again, meeting your gaze with absolutely no concealing his smug smile.
“Having a little trouble, fair lady?” Never mind. Just how hard could it be for him to let you be? You mentally groaned at his snarky remark decorated with the irksome endearment again, smoothly grasping the opportunity to ridicule you yet again almost as if he’d been waiting for a chance. Sitting down to fix your bag upwards again, you got up and dusted your skirt while ignoring his words and instead fixating your gaze on the vocal performance instead. Just as you were finally appreciating the pretty voice of the singer on stage, another blast of wind made your skirt lift up even higher. This time even the infuriating stranger looked somewhat surprised by the strength of the breeze and looked around briefly (you’d assume to see if anyone saw your unfortunate fate to laugh along with him but you guess you’ll never know) and sighed under his breath.
For possibly the fiftieth time today you adjusted your dress, pulling it down by the hem to cover your legs as much as you could. While silently cursing in your mind, just when your head hung low to check how it looked again, a heavy piece of fabric dropped on top of you.
Immediately making you jerk up, your eyes widened in shock when something that resembled a kind of clothing completely draped over your face, obscuring your vision. You reached out to pull the fabric off of your head and held it in your hand. Surely enough it was a shirt now that you looked at it properly, a black cotton cloth material zip-up shirt. If you remembered correctly, the guy next to you was wearing this less than a minute ago.
As you stood motionlessly with a puzzled look, the guy next to you sighed loudly again, rubbing the back of his neck and he looked away.
“Wrap them around your skimpy short dress or something, unless you want to give everyone here a show.” For a moment you thought you were hallucinating or hearing voices inside your head, there was absolutely no way he could be this thoughtful to you of all people. You slowly looked in his direction to find his face turned towards you again, above his black face mask you could see his indigo eyes boring into yours with a serious look. So he was being genuine, there was no hint of amusement or playing around from the way he stared at you.
“...Are you just going to stare at me like that? Hurry up before the wind blows up again.” You had half the mind to murmur soft words of gratitude and wrapped the sleeves around your waist, securing it in place. Thanks to the oversized length and the fairly thick material keeping your flowy skirt in place, you wouldn’t have to worry about your dress flying up again.
Now, you would be lying if you didn’t find his thoughtfulness touching, especially considering neither of you even knew each other’s names. Yet despite his uncharacteristically kind action, you still couldn’t help the suspicious gaze you discreetly threw in his direction, wondering what caused the sudden shift of heart.
“Don’t give me that look, you asked me for compensation earlier and I provided you with what you asked. As simple as that.” From the way he never took his eyes off of you regardless whether you two were talking or not and from the way you seem unable to meet his gaze most of the time, you concluded either one or both of the following ideas would be true. One, he had an incredibly weighty gaze and therefore somehow made you nervous. Or two, you found it difficult to hold eye contact from the beginning. Anyhow, you didn’t have the liberties to think it over as you hurriedly looked back at the stage from the sudden turn of tension between the two of you.
With an amused look and raising his brow, he put his hands in his pockets. Yet again he still kept his eyes on you shamelessly. From what you could tell, he could give no crap about being discreet.
“You know, I’m starting to think you’re the one with a staring problem, not me.” You mumbled with a sigh, turning to look at him fully.
“Something you want to say?” You could’ve sworn his face lit up in smug delight when you finally acknowledged his presence. Maybe this is what he’d been waiting for or he just absolutely adored seeing signs of irritation on you. What a taste he had.
“Why, is that how you talk to your saviour of the evening? I’d say I just helped out a damsel in distress, no?” Of course he felt the need to bring it up.
“Like I said, I’m grateful. Thank you.” You repeated your words from earlier, rotating your wrists slightly to crack it, a habit you don’t even notice often now.
Surely he did notice, adding onto your unfortunate streak of events in the span of just one evening.
“Your wrists make quite the crack, you sure you’re not an elderly in exertion instead?” It was safe to say your eyes were permanently squinted in annoyance when his teasing continued.
“Or the aged in agony? I’m unsure if you’re quite the damsel anymore.”
“Oh shut it, bowlhead.” You sneered at him and rubbed your face in exasperation. Although it had barely been a few hours since you had the misfortune of being stuck next to him, you were positive you aged at least ten years thanks to this prick that did nothing better to do than distress you.
“Virago.” Your eye twitched at his smug tone yet again.
“Creep.”
“Snob.”
“Prick.”
“Vixen.”
“You-” Without even realising when the two of you decided to have a battle on who knew the wider range of insults, it felt like it had been quite a time past when you two both quieted down when the singer’s performance ended. If you remembered correctly, she had been scheduled for 20 minutes onstage. Surely enough, it had been over 10 minutes since you wasted your time with him without even properly enjoying the show that the various club members probably spent months preparing for. And judging from the crowd cheering even louder than before, you had a hunch she did a splendid job performing. Too bad you had to miss it thanks to this gremlin next to you.
“Scaramouche, do you know the girl next to you?” His friend on his other side called out, a white haired guy with a red streak atop his bangs peering over to you and smiling gently. So his name was Scaramouche. What in the Bohemian Rhapsody was that name? At least you were unsure but you could always ask him to do the fandango if he decides to bother you again.
“I don’t know this-” Before Scaramouche could answer, his kind friend talked to you again with a polite wave and a small head-bow.
“Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Kazuha.” Despite his infuriating friend, Kazuha himself seemed very gentle hearted and dignified. Just from his soft smile, you found yourself curiously questioning just how such polar opposites came to be friends.
“Hi, you can call me (Name). It’s nice to meet you too. This is Hutao, my friend.” You introduced your brunette companion next to you with a matching smile on both of your faces. Hutao made a peace sign and made small conversation with Kazuha while as expected, Scaramouche made no moves or word for self introduction.
“What major are you in, Kazuha? What year?” Hutao’s cheerful voice rang out as she leaned over to talk to him.
“Oh, I’m a third year in Nursing. How about you two?” You couldn’t help the pleasant surprise, yet you had a feeling he was an excellent fit for his major. If you were a patient and saw your nurse to be as kind and accommodating as Kazuha, it’d have definitely helped you feel at ease.
“Oh, we’re in our junior year too! She majors in Psychology and I’m in Biotechnology, Food Science.” Hutao spoke over you, but you didn’t exactly mind from the way she looked happy to be making new friends.
Neither you nor Hutao exactly felt bothered by the silence of “Scaramouche” despite the rest of you sharing a conversation, but Kazuha seemed to mind from the way he kept somewhat concernedly smiling at you two and softly nudging him with his elbow to which he blatantly ignored. For someone who looked like he couldn’t give less crap about the festival just a few minutes ago, he was focusing on watching the stage for once. You weren’t sure if he just loathed you or was unfriendly to strangers to begin with, but it was safe to say he didn’t bother you much anymore.
“Come on Scara, you could at least introduce yourself.” When Kazuha gently reminded him of the basic manner, making him begrudgingly look in your direction. You imagine you’d have been pissed if you were Hutao from the way “Scara” didn’t spare one second to look at her.
“Scaramouche. Fourth year in Fine Arts.” That was all he said and looked back at the singers on stage, standing straight with his arms crossed over his chest. As another cool breeze blew, you suddenly felt concerned if Scaramouche was feeling cold. After all, since he gave his zip-up hoodie to you, he was now in a tight sleeveless top that showed off his slender arms. In truth you wanted to ask if he needed his shirt back, but the snarky remark bound to follow held you back as you were left stumbling over your words and quieting down.
In the corner of your eye, Kazuha seemed to notice Scaramouche’s bare arms at the same time as you did. He looked somewhat surprised to realise his friend’s shirt had mysteriously disappeared despite the slightly chilly weather until his scarlet eyes fixated on the shirt wrapped around your waist.
If it were an animated show, you’d imagine a lightbulb would light up atop Kazuha’s head from the way his soft expression suddenly turned knowing with a slightly teasing smile. Your eyes widened at his misunderstanding, wondering just how you could explain this.
“Moving on- it is our pleasure to introduce our next live music band, Breeze!”
The announcement rang out through the open area full of students, the band name taking your breath away as your gaze found a familiar figure walk up to the stage.
Matsuri - Multi-Chapter Fic Series Masterlist (Xiao x F!Reader x Scaramouche)
Modern!UniStudents!AU
花祭り 夏祭り - 何でも好きに選びな
あなたの心の中咲かせな 。
summary: you met both of them at your college festival. one reminded you of sunsets and calm spring breeze, while the other was a stormy night, an indigo shadow that held you close in your darkest nights. [ Drummer!Xiao and Artist!Scara]
Chapter 1 - Matsuri.
Chapter 2 - TBA.
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“But you don’t act like it, heck you don’t even acknowledge my presence both in person and through text! how am I supposed to know anything about your feelings-”
“I don’t know, you’re the first person I’ve ever felt this way before!”
A heavy silence filled the suffocatingly close distance from Xiao’s face and yours. With his drumsticks in his one hand, his pale fingers turned even paler from his grip on the wooden pieces. You took a moment to notice how his thin lips were trembling, his normally proudly straightened posture seemed hunched and reserved, how his amber eyes were avoiding yours desperately.
You finally realized how nervous he was.
“You're nervous.” You hated how questioningly meek your voice sounded from the unexpected proximity you two had amidst the heat of the argument despite wanting to declare it with pride.
"...So are you." He was so close, you felt his slightly quivering breath hit your face- neither of you pulling away.
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"He doesn't give a fuck about you, (Name)." You winced at his harsh tone as he tried his best to sound composed but he'd be damned if he didn't tell the truth to you when you were hurting so much in front of his eyes.
"Shut up..." You whispered, i don't want to hear it, i don't want to hear it- you repeated the words in your head impatiently as Scara's sharp words forced you to see the bitter truth.
"You need to face reality-"
"i can't right now, can't you see? i can't control it, i love-" His indigo eyes flashed a glimpse of quiet anger as his body moves beyond his control, gripping your wrist tightly to stop you from finishing your sentence. He didn't want to hear it.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence."
"What's it to you? You just hang around me to piss me off don't you? In truth maybe you find amusement in my misery. You always did." Scaramouche gritted his teeth in frustration at how dense and stubborn you were. With a tug on your wrist to pull your body in close to his, he faced your eyes and finally lets it off his chest-
"Maybe if you had half the mind to take your eyes off that drummer who obviously doesn't care about you, you'd see who actually fucking does!"
You didn't know who was more surprised the moment he finished speaking between you and him.
request: Oh, please a HC or Scenario of an orgasm crybaby reader and Kenma. Like she’s not hurt or anything, she’s just so sensitive by the first orgasm and he loves fucking her through the tears? Thank you for your writing, I love it
⤿ requests currently closed.
― kenma kozume.
≻ when you first came while having sex with him, he was startled to see the tears in your eyes
≻ he immediately stopped and refused to go any further, even when you beg him to keep going, reassuring him everything was okay
≻ it took him a while to get used to it and be able to work through the tears
≻ eventually, he started to get turned on by how sensitive you were
≻ you’d be crying, trembling and whimpering but you still beg for more, beg for him not to stop
≻ he quickly grew addicted, getting drunk to your pretty tears and sobs as you cum and gush around his cock over and over again
thinking about the blue lock boys buying you a necklace with their jersey number engraved on it :( and writing your initials on their clear but specifically their dominant foot cause they just feel closer to you that way :( like you’re helping guide him to the goal :(
cw: gn reader. fluff !! — competitive and possessive dynamics. pro football player! characters (they all made it out of blue lock alive alright). + i added a little bonus section at the end, hehe<3
⠀⠀($) — the whole world watches, while he shows you off as his own <3
BACHIRA, REO, YUKIMIYA, AIKU, KAISER.
a necklace with his jersey number dangling on it, like a charm. he gets it custom made for you, in sterling silver or 24-carat gold, depending on your tastes. but he doesn't let you know that he has it, waits for the perfect moment in which he can surprise you with it.
which happens to be right before his team lines up for a final match, on live TV at the big arena, with all lights, cameras and eyes pointing right at you both.
he's getting in line with the rest of his teammates — the commentators and cameras paying full attention to him, the star and powerhouse of the team, going “there he is. the deity of the field!” as he walks onto the field, smile already on his face when he looks up, for the world to swoon over.
he's handsome. you think, standing at the very front row, dressed in the pretty clothes that he'd got for you just last night, matching the colours of his team. he looks the best when he's on the field, fully confident in the fact that he's going to be going home with a new medal around his neck.
what you don't know is that you're about to get something around your neck too, before he wins his game.
“excuse me,” he says smoothly, to the coach and the few staff members that surround him, glancing knowingly at the cameras recording him (and looking into the eyes of all the fans that are watching him on live TV) before he saunters off, heading to the edge of the field where you're standing behind a display board.
it's clear that he's staring at you as he walks over — gaze softening as he meets your eyes, watching how your own eyes widen with surprise and a hint of shyness, as the surrounding audience erupts into whispers.
“sweetheart,” he grins at you, stopping on the other side of the perimeter board — and you blush when the audience gasps, blush when he gives them all another glance, before smirking down at you. “got something for you.”
he holds his hand out and shows you what he has hidden in his fist — a necklace with his jersey number on it, spelled out on a charm.
the crowd continues to get louder, and you can make out some people's cries; are they dating? god he was taken this whole time? and the commentators join in, declaring into the speakers that your boyfriend seems to be taking a minute to give a gift to a little someone special—
and you blush harder as you stand there, almost frozen as he gently puts the necklace around your neck, the metal chain and charm cold but somehow blooming warmth on your skin as it touches you.
“with that outfit, you're matching the whole team, hm?” he smiles at you, so overwhelmingly charming. “so you keep this necklace on for me. let's everyone know you're here for me. yeah?”
“y—yeah.” you try to look down, so fucking shy under his bright gaze and gorgeous smile, but he grabs your chin and lifts your face back up to give your lips a little kiss.
the whole stadium erupts into cheers and screams. he kissed you on live TV. your face feels hot, you think you're dizzy — but you manage to hear him faintly over the buzz in your head and the screaming of the crowd as he pats your cheek before jogging off back to join his team in line. “cheer for me, won't you? i'll win this game 'n take you out for dinner after.”
SHIDOU, KUNIGAMI, ISAGI, RAICHI, BAROU.
has your initials written on the side of his cleats, on his dominant foot. even better actually — he got you to write it for him. he wants it done with your pretty hands and in your pretty handwriting, that's so much better than his own.
thanks you and gives you a kiss on the side of your forehead, when you finish it and hand the shoe to him. you're both knelt together on the floor of your shared place, and the look in his eyes when he kisses you is so tender. “i'll score every goal with you in mind, a'right?”
and every time he's on the field, fire in his veins and the never ending lust and hunger for a full victory in his soul, he gives you a glance as you jump up and down in your special spot in the stands, cheering for him with all you've got — and that's when he zeroes in on the ball.
the look in his eyes is anything but tender then — hyper-focused, bright and vicious is how he watches the ball as it slips from the opposing player's dribble, and it's impossible for anyone, whether from the other team or his own, to make it to the ball before he does.
he lunges forward once he gains control of the ball, a sort of heat already spreading through his dominant leg as he advances towards the goal to shoot — and with your initials on his cleats and your pretty smile on his mind, he thinks he can break the limit.
he's never scored a goal from this distance before. with the game about to close, it's crucial that he doesn't take any risks and ensures that his shot scores a proper goal.
otherwise, his team might lose. failure was not an option.
but with your presence — both physical and emotional — fueling him, he takes the chance. he takes the chance, puts all the force he has in that sculpted, trained body of his, and he shoots.
he shoots and he scores.
the commentators and crowd go wild alike, screaming in joy over the secured win, because with five minutes left on the clock there's no way the other team can catch up any more — and your boyfriend ignores the cheers of his teammates, turning in place to face you.
“he scored! god, he's undefeatable!” the commentator's voice echoes through the stadium, and he thinks yeah, that's right. he cannot be defeated — not when you're there to guide him to the goal every single time.
he turns to you, and you wave your arms in the air, calling out his name and yelling out an i love you! — and with the TV overhead showing the scorer off we he stands on the field, you can't miss the way the corners of his mouth lift in a smile.
i love you, too. he mouths back to you, with every other person watching the game in the world to see it.
NAGI, CHIGIRI, RIN, OTOYA, SAE.
he kisses you after every game that he wins. and he makes sure he scores the final goal.
it's an elaborate contest that he has with himself, and the rest of the world has joined in on it. you sit and wait in your reserved seat in the stands, the smoothie he had ordered for you sitting empty in your hands as you watch your boyfriend weave last defender after defender — the audience and every other player all focusing more and more on him as time ticks by.
the match is currently at a draw — and the other team is fighting with everything they've got to guard him, trying to prevent him from breaking through and scoring that final goal.
but your boyfriend isn't so easily countered.
even when he's playing laid-back, he's a demon on the playing field. he's fast, agile and he doesn't take any chances. and now? with only a few minutes left before the penalty round, he's set to score the winning goal.
“will he break through? will he be able to make it this time?”
he almost spins around to scoff at the camera. of course he's going to make it. he always does. the other team nearly swarms him as he closes in on his shooting range, but what they aren't aware of is that he doesn't need to be in range to make his shot count.
his play style is all about breaking limits. which is what he does, when he shoots from nearly the other side of the arena and watched the ball curve smoothly yet maintaining an impossible speed, past the goalie's reach and into the net. the timer buzzes only seconds afterwards. “and he scores the final goal yet again!”
the crowd cheers, and while the commentators remark to eachother that they all know what's about to happen next, your boyfriend walks over to where you're still seated expectantly, hopping easily over the perimeter boards to get to you.
you get up then, and he curls a hand around your waist and pulls you in, pressing a kiss into your hair as the audience coos in response to the show all around you. (he'd kiss your lips, but he's sweaty right now and he's not sure you'd appreciate a mouthful of salt).
and he sighs, unresponsive when you chide him for being arrogant, and mutters into the shell of your ear, “mhm. let's go home, baby. 'm tired.”
albedo takes care of you in ways you never knew you needed. your powerbank, airpods or phone is never out of battery because he charges them when you're in the shower or sleeping. he can guess what you want for dinner from the way you're texting, and often has exactly what you've been craving for before you ever told him what you wanted to eat. he restocks everything in your home before anything ever runs out. takes and edits THE BEST insta-worthy pictures of you, everyone wonders if you hired a professional now. brings you your favorite snack and/or drink every time he goes to the convenience store because he is just so smitten he can't spend a minute without thinking about you. remembers your birthday, the date of the day you two first held hands, kissed and everything, the dates are engraved into his memory and he does mini-celebrations every single year no matter how much time has passed. sometimes, he comes behind you when you're busy with work and starts brushing your hair, and maybe braid them if you'd let him. he's amazingly good at styling your hair, then when he's done, he'll kiss you on the top of your head and whisper how beautiful you are, the most breathtaking person to walk this world.
tighnari, after being with you for a while, can read you like an open book. just as you're about to leave the house, he'll remind you something you were about to forget just now. he knows when you've had a bad day from the way you close the door, so he's bringing you a cup of tea and pulling you in a gentle hug without a single word needed. he knows exactly what you're thinking, too much to the point where you two say so many words at the same time. the longer he spends time with you, the more he finds himself syncing to your mannerisms- and frankly, he loves it. when you accidentally fall asleep while waiting for him to finalize his work, he'll gently cover you with a blanket (and if you wear glasses, he'll take them off gently and put them next to you with a kiss on your forehead.) he may not verbalize it often but you have him completely wrapped around your finger, he can't go through his day without searching for your presence every corner he turns. also, he would never let you go to sleep with tears in your eyes, no. over his dead body. no matter how bad the argument would be, tighnari would make sure you two were at least on surface-level understanding before comforting and apologizing to you before going to sleep with a gentle promise of discussing it again when you're both more rational tomorrow. grows different types of flowers and names them after you. tugs them behind your ear when they grow and bloom.
kazuha spoils you without explicitly meaning it. always lets you have the aux in his car and if he's playing music, always has your new favorite songs saved in his playlist so you two can both enjoy. he carries an extra set of mittens and scarf for you in case you're cold every single time you two go out on a date in winter. brings you peeled/sliced fruit when you're working and sometimes feeds them to you if you're too busy. when he's waking you up from your nap, he kneels next to the bed and kisses your cheeks and forehead while gently whispering sweet nothings until you're awake instead of leaning over. on a snowy winter day, he'll draw a heart in front of your window by his footprints on the fresh snow and call you over to make you see the giant (kind of unshapely) heart. still opens every single door for you after years and years of being together. buys you flowers and heartfelt gifts without ever needing a reason to because you being in his life is the greatest joy he has ever experienced. and if marriage is something you want, even after marriage, kazuha will never stop calling you endearments, saying i love you every day, and take you out on a date once a week at the very least. will gladly freeze for the night if you hog the blanket accidentally, and when you fall asleep while hugging his arm, he'd adore how cute you look while sleeping and gladly ignore/forget about his arm going numb because he doesn't have the heart to move you while you're sleeping.
scaramouche's affection is so lowkey that you need to pay attention if you want to notice. he always lets you walk on the inside of the sidewalk. he covers sharp corners of the table when you lean down. he gets you that concert ticket that's sold out within seconds somehow and leaves them in one of your lecture notes for you to find out yourself ( and has one for himself too, half to annoy you and half because he secretly loves seeing how happy you look at that concert). flicks your forehead every time when you start talking bad things about yourself in attempt to soothe your insecurities. argues with you about you "stealing his hoodies/sweatshirts" all the time but it's him who leaves them in your room secretly when you aren't looking, then claim he "forgot it" just because he loves seeing you in his clothes. once fought a guy who was trying to buy the last piece of snack you liked at a convenience store and successfully brought you the snacks- you never found out what happened to the other dude. he pauses the netflix whenever you leave the room even for 2 seconds. steals your jewelry sometimes (because it reminds him of you throughout the day), and dresses so well to the point he looks better in it than you do.
xiao, if you pay enough attention, shows every second of the day how smitten he is for you already. he texts you good morning the second he wakes up, and the last one to say good night. sends you random memes and cute pictures of animals and tag you with "looks like you" or if there's a picture of a cute animal couple, sometimes with "us." if you text him "my head kinda hurts ugh", he'll leave you on read for 20 minutes and by the time you're wondering what he's doing, you'll see him knocking at your door with painkillers, homemade stew, and a slice of cake he knows you like. extremely light sleeper so when you sleep together and you can't sleep or you're having a nightmare, he wakes up immediately and comforts you, shushing your tears away and hugging you, playing with your hair until you fall asleep. every time when he's coming over to your house, he has something he knows you like (a drink from your favorite cafe, your favorite desert, book or maybe a spare hoodie of his). brings you random pretty rocks and small stuffed dolls, pretty much everything he sees and reminds him of you- he will buy and give it as a present to you. knows you have like half his closet already but doesn't have the heart to ask for his clothes back because you seem so happy wearing them. sometimes calls you at midnight and takes you for a spontaneous motorcycle ride, and take you where the night view is the prettiest. wears that promise ring you got for him 3 years ago religiously every single day. talks to you how much he loves you and how much he wishes you'll stay by his side forever when he thinks you're sleeping (ps. you're not).
cyno, while he doesn't look like it, is the biggest simp if you see through his stoic exterior. he worships the ground you walk on, is willing to do nearly anything just to see you happy and healthy. he will listen to you talk and rant about things he has no idea about for hours or days if needed- not just listen passing-by, he never takes his eyes off you, and listens to every single word with great attention. he's also a living heater so he always warms up your freezing hands and feet without a single complaint. gives the best hugs, and he smells so good too, he will always be the comfort person you needed when you had nobody else to turn to. gives you his jacket even if it's minus 30 celsius outside and INSISTS he isn't cold, even if his nose is clearly turning red. carries the shopping bags for you even if you insist he doesn't need to, he really doesn't want to make you lift anything heavy. if you two order at a restaurant and you don't like your food, he'll gladly switch with yours with no complaints. instead, he'll have a soft, adoring smile when you have another bite from his dish and your eyes sparkle in excitement when you clearly like it better than yours. if you have any scars on your body, that's where he likes to kiss you the most. and he truly thinks the scar, or your entire body and soul is the most beautiful one he's ever encountered. will watch your comfort movie/series with you thousand times over without a single complaint just to see the smile on your face. has a custom-made hoodie that has the ugliest embroidery with a print that says "i love (y/n)" unironically and wears it around the house. not afraid to kiss and cuddle you even when you're sick and try to keep him away in case he catches it but he never listens, instead cuddles in even closer. when you two share a piece of food, he'll purposefully split it in like 6.5/3.5 and give you the bigger piece. oh and he says he'll love you even if you turn into a worm so, that's that.
genshin men and their red flags in relationships . ( gn! reader - no pronouns mentioned . )
●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ fear not, dearest . for some dream of mortals are sunrise stained and spring warmth flavored, others find no purer solace than the serene melody of an everlasting winter blizzard. you are the bearer of the stars - the one ruler of thy fate .
genre / warning : angst / view on red flags . mentions of controlling/manipulative behavior , yandere tendencies / traits mentioned .
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[ conflict avoidant personality ] - kazuha is a true pacifist- too much so. respectful is he, his love like the first snow, beautiful, gentle and graceful. everything would seem perfect for a seemingly long time until one day he starts avoiding you. no matter how hard you try, you couldn't fit within his reach. in reality, he had been avoiding every bit of negativity in your relationship under any cost to preserve the peace, hoping day and night for the problem to solve itself. each time he felt his space being disrupted, every single small discomfort or dissatisfaction he felt in the relationship because of you, kazuha was afraid to offend you and break your bond, so he had endured with a polite smile and a kiss on your cheek. but the limit has come in the end. whilst you were dancing, basking in the beautiful wonderland of the love he built for you all along, he found no energy to pretend anymore. even until the end, he couldn't tell you his boundaries, you didn't find out what you could've done better. really, like the scarlet leaves pursuing wild waves, he was gone. no matter how hard you ran, you couldn't reach his soul anymore. maybe if you'd noticed his strained smile, maybe if you tried harder to read between the lines... you would never know now, would you ?
[ possessiveness ] - diluc is a wounded, but gentle soul. life has turned for the worse too quick for the young lad, having lost so, so much for someone his age. because of that, he was guarded. once upon a time you were outside of his stone cold walls too, knocking gently for him to trust you, to return your everlasting warm love. and trust you, he did. your love was like a burning fire, passionate and endearing. everything diluc wanted, you were the embodiment, his dear loving angel. he loved you, so so much to the point he would feel fear and anxiety pumping in his veins all the time. are they hurt? are they feeling comfortable right now? are they hungry, feeling sad or lonely? every part of you, he wants to protect with each piece of his own soul. anything you needed him for, anything you desired, he was willing to tear himself down limb by limb if necessary. diluc fell deeper in love with you each passing moment, and with his suffocating love grew his possessiveness. of course that guy was flirting with you, stay away from him. of course she didn't mean well giving you that suspicious flower, didn't you look at her mocking gaze while she offered it to you? it might be harmful. turn to me. rely on me. use me. need me. i'm all yours, all you'll ever need. i'll protect you darling, i love you so.
[ overprotectiveness ] - xiao isn't well versed in mortals, relationships or anything of the sort. he warned you, pushed you away, avoided you, even almost threatened you (with no ill intent) countless times in fear of harming both you and himself and convinced himself that it was for the good. but did it work? no. with your persistence, he was later able to accept that even he with bloodstained hands and karma-wrecked soul, deserved kindness and love. so he embraced you, the fragile, delicate mortal who he wanted to keep by his side for as long as heavens allowed them. he was so careful, asking, affirming and making sure before doing anything at all from touching, holding, fondling and gently kissing. his love felt feather light like butterfly wings caressing your heart. however even a butterfly wing's flap could cause a storm. if left unattended, if not explained and communicated properly, xiao would spend minutes, hours, days worrying over your safety. he would quietly inspect every inch of your body with his piercing eyes to make sure there were no bruises, wounds or anything of the sort. if you fell ill, he would scold you that you were careless to have gone out in the cold weather with your overly skimpy pretty human clothes, not even noticing your eyes silently watering at his coldness. and if anyone dare hurt you, whether it be verbally or physically, he would be willing to tear them apart, have them taste the vigilant yaksha's blood-curdling cold fury. you closed your eyes and hoped, wished desperately for his wrath to come to an end. your beloved alatus, you whisperer - you could fix this behavior, he is just not familiar with humans and your emotions... right?
[ knowing / unknowing manipulation ] - albedo silently prided himself in absorbing knowledge and social necessities quickly. he had spent a long time with humans and often even felt connected to the mortals already, so he didn't doubt his ability to be a loving partner to you and accepted with a gentle smile on his pretty face when you confessed your love. from the first touch of your hands to the first time you made love, everything was perfect- it felt like a fairy tale - your heart was safe in your beloved kreideprinz's delicate hands. but each day that passed, you just couldn't calm down the voices in your head whispering, warning you that something was wrong. you see, often time when you voiced out your concern or a small problem to him, albedo would listen to each of them with utmost undivided attention. he would ponder, comprehend, then accept your stance and apologize. after that, he'd decide to change and never do it again, molding into your desires perfectly. it had never been a problem before, but when he started subtly asking, demanding for you to keep your hair longer, to cut off your ties to some of your friends with "ulterior motive", to quit your current job and look for another because it "overworked you too much", you felt too much pressure. when you finally voiced this like your other problems though, albedo blinked and confusedly tilted his head in a questioning manner. he, for once, didn't see the problem. humans were give-and-take from nature, are they not? if you asked something of him, he would gladly change and make an effort for you. he's been doing so each and every time, it's only fair that he did the same to you whether it be with your knowledge or not. you were so happy with him, weren't you? you were happy when he said you looked more attractive with longer hair, and that friend of yours ended up badmouthing you to everyone after you cut ties, didn't they? see, he was right all along, he was doing just what was right to keep his love away from those... lowlives. he laced his fingers with yours with a charming, seductive smile, wrapping your tender heart with his tightly-woven red strings of destiny he weaved with you, as he liked to believe.
[ overwhelming affection and attachment issues ] - tartaglia knew he was a hard person to love. heck, he didn't even think he was ready for love but the first time he laid his ocean eyes on you, he swore his world stopped. you just had to be his. because of his certainty and determination, he courted you, bought you flowers and asked you out on a dinner date. brought you to lingju pass and opened your eyes to the beautiful view of jade moons over sea of clouds. he was a breath of fresh air, always leaving you wanting more, excitement and starstruck a part of your daily routine by now. but you were anxious that after a while, tartaglia's feelings would change. he was a fatui harbinger, it would be bothersome for him to remain committed, wouldn't it? oh, my sweet, sweet darling he laughed when you first voiced your worries. he held you in his hands, hugging you oh so tightly and pressed soft kisses on your shoulders to your neck. you see, he was worried to overwhelm you. from the moment he saw you, from your first encounter, he had already decided that you were his as he was yours. but if you were thinking such useless thoughts in your pretty head, you needed more validation, right? so he gave you just that. he spent millions, billions of mora to buy you expensive gifts, pretty things that reminded him of you. he would take you to snezhnaya to his family, showing you off and playfully claiming (or was he?) that you were his wife. he whispered words of love and promises of eternity each and every day, every moment you two locked eyes. the more you spent time with him, the fire in his eyes no longer seemed warm, it felt like it was burning you along inside. when his honey-laced voice confidently declared everlasting love, cuddling you and inhaling your scent that he would like to smell even on his death bed, you felt like his "eternal love" was more of a threat than you first assumed.
[ gaslightling / ignoring boundaries ] - venti has spent long, long lonely years in the physical form of his lost "partner". among those years in rapidly flowing time, he was not expecting to find someone possibly even dearer to him than his old friend. but oh his lovely, lovely muse, you were the embodiment of all the love songs he had ever heard in over his millenniums-long existence. but ah, just as he expected a relationship with a mortal came with many problems. he would hug you, kiss you, touch you any time of the day anywhere and giggle innocently in your ear- silently daring you to say no. if you did express your discomfort and voiced your problems with his overly-touchy behavior in the center of a blasting city in midday, he would just laugh and ignore your cute little protests. if you did emphasize and get angry or hurt over his little concern for your boundaries, he would be very confused. but this is what all lovers do, kiss, hug and all that! you're just being too sensitive, my muse. it's fine, no one cares what we do, i promise. he'd hum and hold you tight in his arms, just wanting to bask in your warmth as long as possible. he knew you wouldn't be by your side forever, he claimed. that's why he doesn't hold back, he explains further while holding your hands on his chest, that's why he never wants to be apart from you, because he loves you so much and wants to spend all of his time with you. it's fine love, i understand your boundaries! but you're just not used to receiving this affection dear, i'll teach you. it's fine, venti cooed in your ear with the softest, gentlest voice he can muster to tickle your fragile heart, to make you understand he is just doing this out of love, trapping you in his maze once again.
[ afraid of commitment / doesn't commit ] - kaeya was an enigma nobody could fully unravel, and he was all-too aware of it. he made sure to keep up that facade, after all. he had a lifelong mission, an unattended decision to make when the time has come. he had responsibilities, ones that would never ever end as long as he breathes, walks this godforsaken world but damn, he wanted you. he wanted you so bad, he wanted to whisper forever in your ear, he wanted to wipe your tears when you were struggling with nightmares (he was not a stranger to them too, the nightmares. but even that, even a trivial weakness like that, he didn't let you know.) , he wanted to wake up to you sleeping safe and sound next to him every single day. he didn't know what possessed him that day to accept your confession, maybe it was the liquor, maybe it was how beautiful the night skies were under the big tree of windrise combined with your pretty eyes avoiding his in embarrassment while uttering words of love- innocent, but truthful warm love for him, kaeya alberich. or maybe, just maybe because he truly loved you more than you ever knew, did he accept your confession with his signature coy smirk and teasing words. but kaeya was afraid now. he was afraid of how warm and fuzzy he felt around you, afraid of how all of his dreams (nightmares) were away for too long now. instead, each and every night he dreams of your featherlight kisses, your dazzling smile and your voice whispering i love you. if this keeps up, he knew all too well that his attention would be divided, that he would hurt you, him and everyone else around when the doomed time were to come. so he did you a favor, he convinced himself. kaeya smirked in that annoyingly fake, seductive way and declared that you were just not meant to be. he wouldn't say anything else and end your relationship with the same teasing smile on his lips. little did you know, the proud smirk fell the moment you left with teary eyes. he knew you wouldn't stay in mondstadt for long after that. at least for a while. he muttered to himself, at least for a while, you would be safe. safe from him. safe from the disaster he was cursed, obligated to cause one day.
[ anger issues / violence ] - scaramouche. where should you even start with him? oh the mighty harbinger balladeer, or should you even call him that? you scoffed, staring at the sunset in a mockingly beautiful estate he bought you on the land of inazuma- the one he was born- oh no, created in. he had multiple fancy estates, mansions bought under your name in each state of teyvat now, since you were to accompany him everywhere anytime he desired. you grimaced a bit at the stinging sensation when the servant girl wiped the lighting-shaped scar he had left you a while ago. it was still stinging, throbbing with tingles that made your stomach drop in uncertainty. a claim, a physical engraving over your body mind and soul, scaramouche claimed when he marked you with this... ugly scar. it might look like a normal lightning, similar to the electro vision shape if closely inspected. to some it may even look pretty, and that made you all the more upset. the o mighty balladeer was so flawless sometimes, apologizing to you in that sickeningly fake sweet voice, caressing your body gently with his "love" if he was even capable of such emotions. you silently cursed the day you fell in love with him and you felt forsaken now, since he claimed, and from then on miraculously "shared" your emotions. to him, he was doing everything to keep you, his pretty doll lover by his side. he didn't mind having your loving gaze on him, your pretty head full of his thoughts and most importantly, having someone who thought he was worth loving. someone who wouldn't abandon him. someone his. he would never let you go, he would love you, he would keep you by his side. that's what you agreed for from the start, didn't you? of course he sometimes lashed out, mildly harmed you mentally or physically from time to time and all, of course scaramouche understood that. he understood it well, he was not perfect after all- no one is! but if you try to talk to him about his flaws, he would laugh in your face as though you made a hilarious joke. who were you to say that to him? were you perfect? no you weren't - he would state each and every moment you defied his orders and made him dissatisfied, every single moment he remembered that you made the slightest bit of mistakes- but then in the end, stress that he kept you by his side even though you were such an ungrateful little "lover". he didn't abandon you, he didn't even harm you on purpose! he just left a physical engraving on you to wandering airheads who might think to touch what was his, what's wrong with labeling what is rightfully his? you offered yourself up to him, you said you loved him first, you started this. he was not going to let you slide so easily. his pretty, pretty little doll. all his, he murmured when he kissed your lightning scar on your thigh. love me, love me, love me more, my doll.
humans in general are amusing to him, you of course far more than others
his not-so-subtle wish to use your body as he pleases turns out to be very close within his reach (restricted by your safeword of course)
shamelessly pulls out his notebook, making brief data on your tastes
" forceful domination, almost bordering nonconsensual intercourse, i see. i have never even considered this to be a fantasy before. "
when he notices your slight change in expression, he immediately assures you
" of course i don't mind. i'm willing to try anything you desire in bed. with your permission, of course ."
the discussion in general went as smoothly as it could, you even agreed on a physical form of safeword to let him know in case you weren't able to speak. (to tap on his thigh/shoulder depending on the position 3 times.)
the problem was what lied afterwards.
almost a month passed after your 'conversation' but nothing has happened yet, to your surprise
you weren't expecting your well-mannered boyfriend to jump on you immediately, but you thought he would've tried something by now
you had almost forgotten completely about this subject, which was exactly what albedo was aiming for
what you certainly did not expect was for him to slam you against his table in the middle of the day in his lab in dragonspine- a full month after your little 'confession'.
"stay still. you'll mess up my calculation." easier said than done.
your mouth hung open, hands barely managing to hold onto the smooth wooden table underneath you. with each hard drill of his hips, your back rubbed harshly against the cold surface. the entirety of this position was mildly uncomfortable with how your legs were forced wide open over albedo's shoulders, not to mention how eerily cold his hands felt gripping your hips. you never knew he could be this... forceful.
"n-no stop-" as soon as you started struggling and pushing weakly against his chest, albedo shoved two fingers into your mouth to silence you immediately. you gagged and drooled hopelessly, pussy clenching incredibly tight around his cock to his pleasure. amidst your tear-blurred vision, you could see how his normally warm teal eyes glowed in unfamiliar, cold indifference. like you were nothing but a... toy for him to use. he was never like this to you- fuck but the way his length forced its way in your hole was clouding your mind too much for you to burn this all into your memory.
" such expression only tempts me more, love. see how you're dripping onto me? you want this as much as i do." he placed a tender kiss under your ear in contrast to his brutal actions. another deep thrust was forced into your poor cunt, but this time he deliberately aimed for your weak spot he knew all too well. you shuddered in pleasure but weakly shook your head. no, you did not want this. you did not, you did not...-
"no ?" he faked confusion over his pretty features until returning to his cold calculating expression.
" too bad you have no say in this." albedo emphasized his words with a sharp retraction and snap so deep in your cunt. he had your hand resting on his shoulder in case you needed to express your boundaries, yet you didn't.
a smirk grew on his thin lips- of course you didn't. after all, you were his adorable little doll to use as he pleased right? a sense of pride overflows albedo's chest, that you entrusted your everything to him like this.
his pretty, pretty little sweetheart.
xiao ( alatus )
mildly extremely horrified
can't say he's a fan, really (at first)
"...pardon?"
no many how long you spend verbalizing your desires, he would struggle to understand
xiao is pretty emotionless in facial expressions but his reaction to your cnc kink was... remarkable, to say the least
would like to hear and comprehend more before doing anything
it would take a long, long time for him to even consider actually giving into your not-so-subtle invitation now and then
at the end of the day, he really wants to satisfy and pleasure you, that's exactly how and why he caves in
in the middle of you teasing him about his carefulness and your desire for him to do the exact opposite, he glances in your direction
you did notice his familiar glare targeted at you, silently warning you to stop
but did you? not exactly, you were curious to see where this led you
well, you got your answer soon enough when xiao pushed you against the bed with incredible force despite him controlling his strength with all his might
you winced at his sheer strength when he slammed your hands above your head and held them down on the bed with one hand, grip tightening to keep you in place
noticing your slight recoil in response to his actions, he scoffed.
"that was me being as nice as i could. you can't even take this but claim that you want me to force you to my desires."
you opened your mouth to protest, but halted when you noticed xiao's gaze darken.
his amber eyes stared down at you in carnal desire, frustration and want. xiao's gaze made you feel so small, like you were his prey.
"safeword."
he had to make sure you remembered it when you'd need it
giving you one last chance to back off
he was an illuminated beast. he expressed multiple times that you had no idea what he was capable of.
when you smirked and stated your safeword with confidence, he sighed in defeat.
" quit struggling. you'll only hurt yourself more." xiao's monotonous voice echoed in your ear. how could he say that so indifferently when you were having an incredibly hard time even comprehending what he was saying?
your body twitched uncontrollably from the heavy sensations of overstimulation. his grip on your hips was bruising, the repeated sounds of the bed creaking and headboard slamming against the wall deafening to say the least. xiao's gaze switched between your sloppy cunt swallowing his dick greedily each time he moved and how your face twisted so prettily under him in unwelcome pleasure. he growled like an animal in heat, his own mind fuzzy just as yours are from how sinfully glorious you felt around him. to think out of everything, this was what worked best at the worst of his days.
xiao grimaced a bit at the sudden weight of his karmic debt washing over his sanity. in irritation and lust, he drilled into you even harder to push away the feelings. you gasped out from how brutal his thrusts became, nails digging into his back with no regard to leaving marks. fuck, he wanted to keep you so bad, have you warm his cock for all eternity in this fragile world he works damn hard to protect. was this the celestia blessing him for all he's done? if so, he'd go through all the hell he endured as many times as needed just to have you, wreck you like this again and again.
" xiao no stop- too much!! hurts-" you pushed yourself to the limit just to say these words without stuttering only to have him scoff and lowly... laugh at your foolish request. it was almost as if he heard an amusing jest. nothing that left your mouth other than your pretty moans and safeword mattered to him at this point.
"silence." he commanded, you subtly shivering at his unfair order.
his sharp fangs left bite marks, hickeys, visible engravings as proof of his claim over you. you trembled like a leaf in ecstasy. greedily burning your image into his memory, xiao continued his assault over your poor body. in truth, the vigilant yaksha was much, much more possessive than he lets on. seeing you like this under him, almost unresponsive due to his corruption, may ironically be what works best to tame the darkness in him.
but the thoughts can wait. xiao bit your shoulder harshly, relishing in your broken moans, your body slowly melting, falling into shape to accompany him. that's right, entrust yourself to him more. alatus will absolutely destroy you,
all while musing in his head how fucking grateful he was to have you.
shikanoin heizou
not exactly what he expected when you sat down with him to have a 'talk', but let's just say he's good with surprises
after a few seconds of much-needed explanation, expect his eyes to be gleaming with curiosity
not opposed to trying it as soon as possible at all
"that's interesting! power dynamics, i see."
"so you don't mind if i like, hurt you intentionally? or even unintentionally? i mean i'd be careful of course-"
sounds a little bit too excited but he means well
can't really blame him, heizou is super attracted to you in every way possible and this was you entrusting your desires with him, of course he'd be over the moon!
of course he'd please you as much as he can, he is your lover after all. he quite literally exists for that doesn't he?
and if it's him forcing your mind body and soul to accompany him, he'd gladly take the role
at the end of the day he might even favor cnc kink more than you do
you were so, so beautiful. there was nothing in this world to compare to your beauty in heizou's eyes while he beamed fondly at your oh-so cute reactions to his fat cock bullying your cunt repeatedly. the entire evening the same sweet smile never left his face. guess that's how happy he was to have you, his beloved darling to force, use and break as he pleased, hm?
voice barely even audible anymore from how long he'd been worshipping your body in his own twisted way (which was rutting into your hole as he pleased for the past few hours despite your protests and tears), your body felt ruined, used and almost broken. alas, your current state was the most beautiful he had ever seen you before. after all, he was the cause here wasn't he? shikanoin heizou, not anyone else.
in harmony to his endearing thoughts, he drank in the adorable sight of your tear-stained face, unfocused eyes and drool dripping down your cheek. his fondness of the current situation was so, so evident in every way possible. normally, heizou's affection and overwhelming love was welcomed but his overbearing fondness you felt right now was foreign, almost suffocating in the best way possible. but it didn't change how overwhelming his actions were, did it?
"heizou- ah! no- no stop m' gonna go mad, please-" you didn't even know what you expected, but your tears dropped even faster when he playfully giggled and tilted his head in fake confusion. he blatantly ignored your frail arms desperately trying to push him away, even going as far to laugh in your face loudly, way happier than you expected him to.
"maybe you've forgotten your place, baby! you're mine to use, fuck, and breed. you belong to me, my beloved darling." heizou's cloyingly sweet voice sounded hypnotizing despite the fact that it took your entire effort to even comprehend what he was saying to you. when you closed your eyes in exhaust, heizou smirked and took it as a challenge to force them open with the force he used in his thrusts. angling his hips just the way you liked it, a fond giggle left his mouth when you opened your eyes wide, pupils blown and gaze unfocused from the mind-blowing overbearing pleasure after your nth orgasm hit you against your will. you hopelessly cried and thrashed to no avail, heizou's weight forcing you back in position just so he could continue using, abusing your pretty body to get off again and again.
just when you felt like you were about to pass out, heizou called your name.
"it's fine baby, look!" grabs your limp hands and places them over his rapidly beating heart in his chest, all while repeatedly snapping his hips fast and hard against yours.
"feel that? feel how fast my heart is beating? it's beating to show you that i'm all yours too! i belong to you as much you do to me ♡"
The Ruthless Prince (Part 19) Scaramouche x fem!reader [Genshin Royal AU]
Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.
Warnings: heavy angst on Scaramouche’s part, severely injured reader with heavy thoughts of death
Word Count: 4.9k
Summary and a recap on the Royal AU plots are here.
Read other parts: (Ruthless Prince Masterlist)
“You did well, son,”
Two days after the incident, the king and queen, Scaramouche’s mother and father, arrived back from their long tour and journey of traversing other kingdoms and building alliances. It was a necessary thing to do, if they wanted their own kingdom to thrive.
You faint during an argument/disagreement [Genshin Impact] (Part 1)
Summary: You’ve been feeling under the weather for the whole day, you just didn’t bother to tell him nor anyone, thinking that the headache would go away. He doesn’t notice at all due to him getting caught up with some work, or in general just having a bad day himself.
Notes and credits: Wholly inspired by minejiro.tumblr.com (They’re inactive now, according to the blog, but they wrote a Haikyuu one a while ago and I loved their rendition of it so much that I just had to bring it over to Genshin. I asked them for permission a while ago and they agreed :D)
Characters: Tartaglia, Diluc, Zhongli, gn!reader
Warnings: might have some harsh words/arguments, fainting spells, feeling unwell, panic attacks/hyperventilating maybe, not proofread, you and the genshin character live together, I seriously had trouble writing about what you might argue about with Diluc and Zhongli because these two are usually calm and collected. Not really a disagreement on Zhongli’s part, maybe just a misunderstanding. zhongli changes your clothes but its completely innocent.
Tartaglia
Could have a short-temper, depending on how his day has gone.
He adores you and thinks you’re his whole world but he does get some stressors once in a while, mainly because he works in the Fatui
Could easily overlook things when he has a lot of things on his mind
He comes home today tired and rather annoyed. Something about Dottore not taking his suggestions seriously, and Pierro never taking his side. It must be one of those Harbinger meetings again. He always seemed to be in a sour mood after one.
HI can i req a drabble of Arlecchino and Damslette (Columbina) meeting reader for the first time? Honestly excited to see them in game. Thanks~~
ty for this nonnie
—first time meetings, fluff??? mentions of almost freezing from the cold
ARLECCHINO
You were close to heaving out a huge sigh and plopping over an empty seat when you heard the bell ring, signalling that there is a customer that entered the bar.
“Yes! Welcome to-” you choked even without drinking or eating anything—well how could you not when a tall lady entered the premises, her presence as strong as the strongest drink in the house and her eyes as piercing as one of a crow’s. She was striking, far too striking that you barely caught yourself from gawking over her.
Even when she looked rather pissed off.
Maybe something happened over her day?
“U-Uhm, welcome… w-what drink would you like?” You stuttered, scolding yourself on the inside as you chewed on your lower lip.
She opened her lips only to close them, gaze observing you ever so carefully. Your voice and breath were caught in your throat, silence so loud that you try your hardest not to squirm under her dark eyes.
All of a sudden, a sweet smile was on her lips.
For a moment, you were enchanted, but only for a moment.
“Do you have any suggestions, perhaps?”
You realized: it didn’t fit her at all.
Not as much as the scowl earlier did.
COLUMBINA
Your breathing shallowed as you barely felt anything from your skin, muscles stiff and nose prickling in bolts. Cold. When people warned you about the weather in Snezhnaya, you could never have guessed you’d feel even worse than you already expected. You could barely even utter a complain or even a grunt. Your head spins and you could barely find yourself thinking any coherent thought in mind except for one thing. Warmth.
You did not feel it, but your lips quivered as it slightly parted to sigh a breath out, you only realized you were breathing when you saw the air come out of your mouth.
Then it came.
A voice ever so sweet, like a damsel waiting for the distressed traveler over the land full of pure white snow.
You followed the singing voice without any other thought, body blindly exhilarated and brain enraptured over its beauty and presence.
Like an angel.
You staggered as soon as you reached partly dry land, legs numb and knees buckling over that you failed to catch yourself until your gloved hands fell on the surface, steadying yourself despite your uncooperative muscles.
“You passed the test.”
Your head shot up immediately as soon as you heard the voice–the same voice that you heard not and followed, all belonging to a girl with long dark hair perched over a tree, watching you like a hawk draped on a dove’s clothing.
She smiled, but you could barely see it until you heard her giggle sweetly, hopping and landing ever so gracefully over the ground, a few steps away from you.
You could not find yourself backing away, especially not when she stepped forward and extended her small hand. By now, you could see the smile on her face, and only then did your body finally reacted, a shiver running its way to your spine without any warning.
✦ summary: Albedo, Ayato, Kazuha, Thoma and Xiao separately!! as your apartment roommate in university and boyfriend. (hc & drabble//modern au)
✦ c/w: smugbedo and kazuflirt is totally a series now you can't stop me, kazuha's part is lengthy compared to the others.
✦ now playing: oui - jeremih
albedo: kreideprinz
✦ Albedo would wake you up every morning for breakfast, which is different everyday. One day it could be fluffy pancakes, the next it's oatmeal. You always wonder where Albedo gets his meal ideas from, but the blonde refuses to spill. Between you and me, it's probably Pinterest.
"My love, breakfast is ready."
You awake to Albedo's voice and a light kiss on your cheek. Groggily, you swat your hand in the general direction of Albedo's voice in an attempt to shoo it away and get more shut-eye. Feeling your wrist taken ahold by (presumably) Albedo's hand, you reluctantly open you eyes.
Centimetres away from your own face, you can't help but admire the twinkle of mirth in his cerulean eyes and the slight smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. "Welcome back to the land of the living," Albedo teases, before pressing a light kiss to the inner wrist of your captive hand.
Standing up from his leaning position above you, Albedo brushes a strand of hair away from you forehead and walks to the bedroom door. Pausing for a second, he turns back to you. "By the way, your class starts in an hour."
✦ Kazuha would always ends up on your bed and in your arms one way or another, even though you have separate rooms. Like a cat the refuses to sleep in the newly bought bed and insist on staying inside the package box even though you repeatedly carry the cat back to its proper bed, Kazuha somehow manages to find his way back to you. I make it sound endearing but I promise it's just as annoying.
When you open your eyes, you fully expect Kazuha to be sleeping next to you, despite going to bed alone last night. And he is, though he isn't sleeping - rather, he's looking at you with a dazed expression and a serene smile upon his lips as the morning light shines on Kazuha through the curtains.
Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you move to sit up but find yourself stuck. Kazuha has subtly caged you by tangling his legs with yours and wrapping his arm around you, resting on the small of your back.
"Where are you going?" It's an innocent question, but you know better than to answer and fall for the trap, especially since it's in the breaking hours of dawn and Kazuha is in a playful mood.
Kazuha shifts, and you find your face is now resting in the crook of his neck. "It's the weekend - there's no need to rush," Kazuha murmurs, and you try not to flinch when you feel the male's not breath on you ear, for that's the exact reaction he's aiming for. "Won't you stay with me?"
But of course, Kazuha always notices your small jolt of movement, as indicated by the feathery dance of his fingers across your bare neck and arms. Resigning, you give in and indulge in Kazuha as you thread your fingers through his lose, semi-long hair.
What a spoilt brat. Evidently, the thought is as plain as day on your face, as Kazuha giggles, and buries his face in your hair.
kamisato ayato: pillar of fortitude
✦ Ayato would make you go through a checklist of necessary items before you leave the house, even if you aren't forgetful. If you've ever lost or misplaced something and need it urgently, Ayato somehow has a spare of it somewhere on his person and conjures the wanted item seemingly out of his sleeves nowhere.
"Do you have everything?" asks Ayato, going through the daily morning procedure before leaving the house. "Do you have your wallet? House keys? Student I.D?" You nod at every question, shifting from one foot to the other.
"Then," smiles Ayato, eyes crinkling into half moons as he offers his hand to you. "Shall we?" You playfully respond with your own smile, lacing you fingers with his outstretched hand. Ayato hums fondly, and leans to press a kiss at the crown of your head. "Perhaps you should leave something behind. It would give me a reason to look for you."
You snort at the mischievousness of the male, but you know Ayato will always, by hook or by crook, come up with a excuse to see you.
thoma: protector from afar
✦ Thoma would cook six course meals with no hesitation, even though there's only two people residing in the apartment. Thus, many ingredients are used, and you both find yourself making frequent trips to the nearest grocery store - Thoma so that he can handpick his vegetables, and you so that Thoma won't splurge become distracted on the many sales, bargains and discounts.
Consulting the strip of paper in his hand, Thoma repeatedly looks back and forth the shopping list and the two cans of soup taped together. You stand next to Thoma, amused and leaning on the trolley handle as he internally debates as to whether or not to buy the buy-one-free-one offer.
"Should we get it?" murmurs Thoma, face scrunched up in concentration. The blonde turns to you in hopes of getting you to choose for you, but you simply waggle your eyebrows and laugh at the predicament Thoma is in.
At the pout Thoma gives you, you cave in and gently pluck the cans from Thoma and place them at the bottom of the shopping cart. Linking your elbow with him, you start to push the trolley again, offering him a smile.
Thoma responds with a flustered smile, slightly embarrassed at your public displays of affection.
xiao: vigilant yaksha
✦ Xiao would give you his clothes to wear. He doesn't say anything; rather, he opts to simply hold up the garment, pointedly not looking at you directly in the eye. He's shy. If you're not around at the present moment, he'll purposely leave the clothing somewhere you're bond to see it.
The back of one of Xiao's black jackets has his name and jersey number stitched on it, which is why you always have it on your person whenever Xiao doesn't need it. Needless to say, many people have seen it and have attempted to interrogate you on your relationship with Xiao. Your one and only response is to tell them to ask Xiao for themselves.
As you walk back home with Xiao after clubs, you move to take off the jacket and return it to him, but a light yet firm hand on your wrist prevents you from doing so.
At you questioning glance and tilted head, says Xiao with a small smile. "It looks better on you. And..." Xiao trails off, and you narrow your eyes. Was the Xiao blushing? "Everyone will know you're mine."
genre. fluff, boyfriend au cw. none. pairings. xiao, kazuha, childe, ayato x gn!reader. note. sorry i’ve been ia!! school has literally been kicking my ass lol
all rights reserved to me. do not steal, repost or translate.
— xiao.
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the silence that hangs over both of your head is Loud and you literally could’ve swore time itself had froze bc of how still xiao was standing
he was just… staring
literally staring at you like you had lost your damn mind
its not out of the usual for him to do that but it was more extreme than usual
he doesn’t even say anything for a good 2 minutes and all the excitement you had previously evaporated into thin air like its not even worth it at that point
little did you know xiao is absolutely humiliated bc he rarely says i love you and a million thoughts are racing through his head like do you not love him are you gonna leave him too
all you can do is hope he won’t disappear out of the blue and wrap your arms around his waist muttering the best “i love you sosososossoso much” you could
he tsk’s audibly when you tell him it was a prank and that he knew it the whole time (He did not.)
— kazuha.
he’s such a lovesick puppy it doesn’t even register until hours after he says i love you
To Be Fair he does say i love you in different variations like 5 times every ten minutes
you’d be in the middle of your hourly cuddle session and approximately 3 hours into your prank, only offering the boy a hum in response to him telling you random verses from one of the Millions of poems he wrote about you
any one from afar could notice his ragged, stiff posture and the way his voice gets quieter and quieter the less verbal you get and his voice starts to give up on him
his cheeks start to burn a light pink as the feeling of humiliation creeps in
very very very very hurt bc his poems are his entire life and now he kinda feels dumb and thinks you think both him and his poems are dumb
he apologizes for talking so much and your heart literally Shatters
you caved and told him it was a prank immediately after hearing his apology there was absolutely no way u were gonna deliberately make him feel dumb
his blushed cheeks darken even more when you give him the tightest hug…. now he feels dumb again but for a different reason and in a good way now
Do Not do it again your future is not guaranteed
— childe.
laughs when you don’t reply to him saying i love you
i’m not talking about like actual joyous laughter i mean like american psycho laugh arthur fleck laughing like literal maniacal laughter with dead, emotionless eyes
he is literally insane idk what u guys are expecting
he’s half joking and half lowkey trying to use the mind control powers he seemingly think he has to tap into your brain and see Why You Arent Saying It Back
he almost got the slightest bit concerned until he saw you trying to hide your smile…. he knew your plan
asks you if you’re sure you wanna play this game and laughs again when you try and act nonchalant
“okay.”
there is simply very few things you want to hear from six foot one bloodthirsty gingers and a mere “okay.” is one of them.
although it absolutely kills him to do (he’s lowkey loving denying u attention idk hes a freak) he starts shunning until u apologize
but you wouldn’t be childe’s s/o if you weren’t Just As stubborn as the man himself so literally both of u were ignoring each other
this lasted until scara knocked on your door in the middle of the day randomly (you had met him maybe like three times prior) asking threatening you to do whatever you needed to do to get childe back to normal bc he’s more cranky and clingier than normal
and so taking his words threats into very careful consideration, you Finally Apologized.
if you know what’s good for you don’t try it again. This Is A Threat.
— ayato.
realizes Instantly when you don’t say it back
you had been reading a book in your shared room when ayato had joined you in bed, letting out a sigh he seemed like he’d been holding in for hours
it had been a very stressful day for him, but even if he was frustrated the last thing he’d ever do was go to bed without telling you how much you mean to him and how grateful he is
presses the smallest, yet endearing kiss on the side of your head, muttering a firm and quiet, ‘don’t read for too long, darling. i love you.’
isn’t phased when you hum in response, ignoring his i love you and continues to get comfortable on his back, closing his eyes
the corners of his lips raise slightly as he figures out what you were doing (curtesy of thoma being a snitch earlier)
“i know what you’re doing, darling.”
his voice gets the Teensiest bit deeper and you felt your breath hitch in your throat you thought the man couldn’t get any hotter
hes a sappy mf too trust and believe he tells you he doesn’t Need verbal confirmation because you being beside him through everything is the only version of ‘i love you too’ he needs
no bc shoto is the biggest closet perv i've ever seen. he's so quiet, all subdued smiles and gentle eyes when he looks at you, but god if you don't make his dick rock hard every time you bound around him in short shorts and frilly skirts that just barely cover your ass. you're torturing the poor boy, flustered every time you press your tits against his chest in a hug, your voice sugar sweet in his ear.
and maybe you know, you know what it's doing to him and you love it. love how you leave your panties on the top of your laundry pile, watching him dip into your room for just a second and suddenly you're left wondering out loud, did anyone see my panties? the pink ones? and he thinks you don't notice when he presses his lips together in a tight line. he thinks you'd consider it a coincidence that every time you're lounging in the living area in your bra and booty shorts he's excusing himself to his room, double locking it.
he jacks off with your panties wrapped around his cock, loose enough that the lace is suffocatingly teasing on his flushed tip, or his nose buried where your pussy rests, desperate for the scent of you. he knows it's wrong- frankly, he's ashamed, but he keeps doing it. he imagines him cumming in them, creamy white painted over the baby pink, and making you wear them. he groans at the thought of your pussy covered in his cum, imagines how pretty you'd look, flushed and embarrassed with his seed dripping down your legs.
he cums with your name on the tip of his tongue, just a little too loud. he prays you didn't hear, that you had your earphones in, or the walls caught his mistake for him, but you do. you hear him and you smile, and you wait patiently for your underwear to return in your drawer, uncharacteristically folded and smelling like his fabric softener.
