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[chi-icha]

i think kazuha gives the sweetest moans and whines when he’s overstimulated,, brain wide

“you okay, sweetheart?” your voice rings in his ear slightly as he buries his head in your neck, panting and sniffling ever so gently.

he looks so adorable like this, slumped over your shoulder and whimpering with every move of your hand. he wants to to tell you to stop, that it hurts but he wants to please you. plus, it feels good to have you so close too.

“m-mhm.. y-ye- aah—“ he cringes at the sound of his own voice, cheeks flushing red in embarrassment as his arms tighten around your waist while he tries his best to keep quiet. your hand gently squeezes his sore shaft, earning another whimper of pain mixed with pleasure from him.

“ready? i’m going to get you off now,” you whisper in his ear, kissing the top of his head as his nails dig into your back lightly, and he whispers a soft apology for that.

he doesn’t get to say anything before your hands speeds up, tightening your fist around his cock as long strings of moans and whimpers leave his throat uncontrollably, his legs shaking from the stimulation. his hips buck into your touch even if it’s way too much.

“i’m c-cumming.. ahh—!” he warns shakily, moans quickly increasing in volume and intensity as he gets close to his nth orgasm of the night. clear-white liquid oozes out of his tip as he moans brokenly in your ear, his hold tightening on your torso before limping, sighing as exhaustion begins to seep into his bones.

he stays like that for a few minutes, he doesn’t want to move anyway, he’d much rather stay in your arms forever.

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Run 4 - In Progress.

✧ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Android! Wanderer, no gendered terms used for reader, no actual penetration, unhealthy obsessive and possessive relationship from Wanderer, memory manipulation. Leave a note if anything was missed out. ✧ Retrieved Notes: If possible, use the InteractiveFics extension to change the phrase “My name” (without the quotation marks) to the name given to your Wanderer.

There’s an unfamiliar android sitting atop your worktable.

You must have picked him up two or three weeks ago, when he was still worse for wear. In your memory, he was in pretty bad shape when the two of you first met, his main panel wrenched open leaving his circuitry a mess and rough scrapes all over his superficial layer.

Now, with your constant repairs, he’s been more lively, tailing you around the house as you go about your day. While fussing about, dusting off a muzzle laying on a fur pelt, you sense a presence lingering outside your room.

"You know, I don't recall androids being quite so clingy." In return, you get a light huff from behind the door frame. 

"And you’ve come across other androids? I didn’t know you run a junkyard here,” the eye roll in his tone is audible.

His feet pad into the room and his gaze hones in on the clerical collar placed on a nearby shelf, glaring at it. Clicking his tongue, he crosses his hands on his chest.

“Whatever, what you do is mostly up to you anyway. Do you think you’re almost done cleaning? I think there’s an internal problem again, I’ll wait for you at the worktable,” the android saunters off nonchalantly, throwing you a light wave over his shoulder.

Sighing, you quickly finish up your task at hand before complying to his request, briskly making your way over to the worktable where he's already perched smugly on, his gaze expectant. 

You easily go through the rehearsed motions of plugging him up to your computer, your muscle memory kicking in as you boot up the required softwares before gingerly prying the main panel located on the front of his torso to gain access to his internal workings. Over time, you've gradually figured out the parts that make up the android sitting before you, growing used to the sight of the lengths of wiring and cables running throughout his body, the faint low mechanical whirring of motors and cooling systems. 

Most importantly, you now understand how sensitive his central core is. Nestled securely in a latched transparent casing, his core is what powers and sustains him. It emits a constant turquoise light and is also reflected in the glowing markings that lay beneath his synthetic skin that occasionally activate. (Although, you haven't quite gotten an answer for what makes them light up yet.) 

“So what's your problem today?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from him as you go over to your computer to check if any bugs have been identified.

“I think that cable all the way at the back came undone and got tangled with the rest.” 

You shoot him a pointed look, “Again? Didn’t we just fix that same cable last week?” Shifting your chair so you’re seated before him, poised to conduct your repairs, you make a passing remark, “Maybe taking you to another mechanic might be the better choice, get everything checked out, you know?”

How long have you kept at your task of finally fixing him up to tiptop condition? It’s almost daily when he reports back to you with a new disconnected wire or another loose joint somewhere on him. Diligently, you’ve been trying to repair him but the android is like a never-ending to-do list. And it’s only natural to be concerned if the constant damage stems from a more serious underlying issue that you haven’t managed to discover. The only next logical step would be to get another pair of eyes to help discern the root cause in case anything takes a turn for the worse.

But the reaction you get from him is one unexpected. His head snaps to face you, a scowl evident on his face. 

“So you’re handing me off like an unfinished project to someone else now?”

You know how snippy he can get however, this is on a different level from his previous behaviour. Maybe something left over from the days before you found him. It’ll be a good idea to look into his past logs to diagnose any present problems, you make a mental note of it.

“I’m just worried for you, that’s all. What if there’s an urgent issue I can’t fix alone? And we both know I can’t leave you as is.”

His expression mellows to an annoyed pout, looking away as his core glows faintly along with the patterns under his skin, he mumbles, “I’ll be fine.” (“I just need you.”) (“I'm the only one for you.”) (“No one else deserves you.”)

He allows you to work without another complaint, silently watching as your hands venture into his chest, a focused air to you while you look for the problematic cable. He senses your touch when you make contact with it, sucking in a sharp breath as you grip it between your fingers, twisting it around to free it from the surrounding wires before you finally connect and plug it into its rightful place. 

“That’s it for your cable issue. Anything else?” He quickly shakes his head.

Giving it a few light cursory pulls to make sure it’s finally secured, (if you weren’t mistaken, his core brightened in time with your tugs), you spare the rest of his parts one last look over. Then, shutting the panel, you unplug him from the computer.

Immediately, he scampers off the worktable with a clipped “thank you” and runs into his room. You hear the door to his room close before its lock clicks. 

The next few days prove to be better, the repair requests for any troubles that seem to have cropped up overnight growing more and more infrequent. Perhaps, bit by bit, the end of the repairs start to come into sight. 

Although, you have noted that his internal temperatures have been hiking recently whenever you have his chest panel open to patch him up. 

This time, you have him lying on the worktable on his back to access the further areas in him. He’s positioned facing upwards but his eyes are darting everywhere, unable to meet your gaze. Once again, the programme open on your computer screen shows how his temperatures are quickly rising even though there are no obvious reasons for such a sudden change. It records the recurrence into its troubleshooting log like before, more times than you can remember.

He’s panting lightly, the android’s chest moving up and down as your ears pick up the sound of his inner fans whir louder, his pre-programmed functions activating to try to cool him down. With no clue as to what could cause this issue, you reach in to look for a fault. Yet, the more you poke and prod around, the higher the warmth within him rises. 

Left with more questions than answers, you turn to his core for a closer look. When your fingers brush against the transparent casing, a moan slips out from him, and instantly his head whips to look at you dumbfounded.

An artificial blush takes over his face, a low pink glow blooming from beneath the synthetic layer. A beat passes before he cracks his lips apart, voicebox working as he pleads.

“...Again.”

Gently, you let your fingertips dance over the clasp hinging the casing shut and his response is instant. A shudder rolls through him, as real as it can be, and a shaky exhale leaves him. The android’s back arches up slightly, hastily chasing after your touch when you remove your hand.

Your caress returns when your hand dips deeper into his circuitry, where you hook two fingers underneath his thicker cables, attentively stroking them between your thumb and fingers, before tugging on them forcefully enough to elicit a reaction from him. 

His eyes fly open at your ministrations, a greed for more overtaking his processors. You’ve always been so gentle with him when he’s opened up for you, when you have access to the deepest parts of him, when he’s at his most vulnerable. So, to have you toy around with him, show him the indulgence of human flesh, can you really fault him for falling for you?

The tips of your fingers ghost along the length of his metal spine, and the android keens from under you.

“Please, more, I can take it!”

Taking his cue, your hand encircles his spine, grinding the heel of your palm against the ridges of the sensitive metal elements as you pump up and down. 

“Sss- so good! Hah…!” He can’t control how he behaves when you treat him so well, like he’s the only one worthy of your attention. He shakes under your touch, trembling as the addictive pleasure overrides his programmed commands.

“No more blubbering, just focus on me.” Your other hand goes to cup his chin, and obediently, he parts his lips for you, allowing you to slip your thumb into his mouth. You can feel his tongue work and when you press down, he jolts suddenly. A gag reflex? In an android? How amusing.

When you stop stroking him, he whines pitifully, muffled moans and begging for you to continue but his complaints stop when he feels you unlatch the lid of his core casing.

“Would you let me?” And the flurry of nods from him confirms his enthusiasm.

With bated breath, he counts the seconds before you make contact with his core. And when he senses your caress on his glowing core in his exposed chest cavity, he breathes out a gasp, as if he requires the intake of air. None of this is written into the basis of his behaviour, not fed into the dataset that makes up how he’s supposed to act, so everything he feels for you must be real.

His eyes go unfocused as his neural network is flooded with the raw pleasure of being enveloped with love and lust down to his literal core. Desire burns within him, evident from the fans whirring even louder than before to bring down his temperatures. It’s just so much for the android’s computations to handle. Broken moans leave him as he tries to vocalise his love for you (as best as he can with his thumb in your mouth). 

And when you press a kiss to his unprotected core, his vision whites out.

Eyes wrenched shut, his whole mechanical body jerks upwards, back arching off the worktable as his body propels himself to sit up, his limbs trying to ensnare you in his embrace, to keep you with him as long as he can. Every command in his system is overwritten to hone in on all the sensations of you on him, your touch, your warmth.

The patterns under his skin glow with a pulse, akin to a human’s heartbeat and when his eyes open again, glimmering faux tears roll down his face. His chest heaves as you close the distance between the two of you, cupping his face with both your hands and kissing his tears away.

The android breaks the intimate silence as he quietly asks you, “Can you give me a name?”

When you whisper a name into his ear, he breaks into sobs in your hands.

The days pass by, uneventful, and the time for a final cursory check before deeming him fully repaired comes. He’s poised on the worktable like any other previous session, a bored expression on his face as you flit back and forth between him and the software on your computer.

“You really are a clingy case,” you say and get a huff in return, “But a welcome one.”

Remembering your mental note from before about accessing his past logs, you access it from your computer, pulling up the window with his stored recorded data. The log operates in the background constantly, one of the built-in functions of the android and a quick glance over just to make sure everything is in order should do.

However, the logs prove to be worrying in a completely different way.

[Log: Day 10 - Run 1 - Failed. Werewolf. They’re with that mangy mutt. I don’t know what they see in him. I still remember the care they showed me. There’s always the next run.]

[Log: Day 20 - Run 2 - Failed. It seems I’m too late this time around. That vile selkie captured them first. How irritating. I need to stop hesitating. It’s my love on the line after all.]

[Log: Day 30 - Run 3 - Failed. Incubus. That damn priest and incubus. I can feel my temper reaching its breaking point.]

[Log: Day ??? - Run 4 - In progress. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.]

Your eyes rake across a multitude of grainy snapshots of yourself, all with different people that you can’t find the ability to recall, your mind pounding from the discovery. 

He’s gazing expectantly when you look back up at him from the screen. A grin twists its way across his face, canines glinting under the dizzying harsh lighting.

“So now you’ve seen how much I love you, even if you don’t remember it.” There’s a sick obsession dripping in his tone, an uncanny level of emotion that androids normally shouldn’t be able to replicate, one that sends a heavy uneasiness through your whole being, one that roots you to the ground. 

When he doesn’t get the adoring reaction from you he expects, the proud expression on his face falls instantly. 

He’s despondent, despairing as he tears the connecting cables off of him, launching himself off the worktable, lunging across for you, frenzied, pure scorching mania surging through him. 

“You… even after all these runs. You’ve always given me the same thing. My name. I thought this time- You-” 

Voice shaky, “It’s a shame this run didn’t work out either.” 

He steels himself, hand outstretched, “No matter.”

You blink.

There’s an unfamiliar android sitting atop your worktable.

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just so you know the links in the pinned post don’t work

… it’s been over six months and NOBODY TOLD ME

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i wasn’t satisfied with what i wrote for this ask so enjoy another one LMAO

warmth was all he could feel in his artificial skin as he hugged you tightly, your own arms encasing him and gently playing with the hair on the back of his head. he sighed into your chest, eyes fluttered shut in bliss as the emptiness in his heart was filled by your warmth.

he couldn’t help the shudder every time your nails scratched a good spot on his scalp, a soft whine of pleasure escaping his lips even if he tried to force it down. he couldn’t help it, really. it just felt too good.

“good?” you whisper softly, moving slightly to adjust your body on the bed as he scoffed at your words. he didn’t want to acknowledge it, fuck no. you’d tease the hell out of him. so he only gave a small noise, hoping that would satisfy you.

gently though, your fingers trail down the back of his head, earning a slight squeeze from him. he knew what you were trying to do, yet he didn’t want you to stop. it felt too good to stop now.

then he shuddered heavily as your fingers reach his nape, nails gently tracing the electro symbol. he gave a tighter squeeze as a soft moan leaves him, pressing his face deeper into your chest to try and stop it.

“cute.” you chuckle out, chest vibrating slightly as he only bit his lip to stop himself from lashing out on you.

“shut up..” he seethed between his teeth, thankful for the position he was in since you couldn’t see the intense red on his cheeks.

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can’t stop thinking about touched starved scara, and how if you played with the hair at the nape of his neck he would have a full body shiver and be so adorably embarrassed about his reaction!!

SO CUTEEE 😭😭

to your surprise, the puppet jolts like a cat when your fingers brush over the hair on the back of his neck —and more baffling— the electro symbol on the back of his neck pulses slightly with a soft teal light.

“w-what are you doing?”

he asked defiantly, almost out of breath while he tries to tilt his hat downwards to hide his pink cheeks but wanted to look strong at the same time.

“just.. looking.” you answer with a slightly distracted tone, your eyes looking at his electro symbol instead of his eyes glaring at you. he grits his teeth slightly to try bite back the blush on his face.

“well, don’t. and stop.” he scoffed, tilting his hat down and walking away again, his steps moving even faster than before as you struggled to catch up. you could feel your own smile blooming on your face, snickering slightly at his reaction while reaching your hand out to try and touch the nape of his neck again.

noticing the haste in your steps, he walks even faster, lips trembling in order to stop smiling and hide the blush from your invading eyes. he’ll be damned if you catch even a small glimpse of his expression.

“are you blushing?” you ask with a teasing tone, the one he hated to hear. you trail after him like a lost puppy meanwhile he tries to get away from you.

“shut the fuck up.” he didn’t stutter, but his voice was shaky, much to your amusement. he didn’t mean that shit at all. hell, he wanted your touch, wanted you to brush your hand against his nape but his ego was stronger than his heart.

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This is a very oddly specific request, but is it possible for you to have a comfort scenario with Wanderer/Scaramouche where an autistic reader has been feeling insecure and hurt regarding their flat affect because a manager at work essentially embarrassed them publicly by treating them like a child and accused them of "having attitude" when they were asking a simple question all because the manager decided a monotonous voice = attitude, and because of that they've started masking more obviously, have stopped speaking as often for the most part and only use very exaggerated and fake tones when they do speak.

I recently this happen to me and the whole argument with my manager has left me so embarrassed and ashamed of my autism, my meltdowns and my flat affect that I'm literally handing my resignation in the next shift I have and I'd love a comfort scenario for it, especially since I tend to see Wanderer as autistic, since his vocal tone in EN feels very similar to my own in some ways- I feel like he'd get it.

I apologise if the prompt is too overly specific or if it's unclear but I felt I'd ask anyway because I feel so hurt ashamed right now and don't even want to speak anymore and I hate feeling like that over something I have no control of.

oh dear, i’m really sorry that happened to u :( i understand how hard it is to communicate when you have difficulty doing it. even if i myself don’t have autism, i understand that people who do have difficulty in daily life. people all around should respect and try to help instead of making a whole deal out of it

and don’t apologise!! nothing is your fault to begin with, and you don’t have to apologise for something you can’t control or are not even conscious about it.

you feel your eyes prick with tears, even if you don’t want to cry. it makes you feel weak, and no one should be weak, or so you thought.

you feel like punching your manager, but that’s not allowed. what else are you supposed to do? just let them treat you like a child and deal with it. fuck, no.

you sit down on a bench in a particularly isolated area in Sumeru, hoping to god no one comes and bothers at this time of day. After fighting with your manager about something that could’ve just been resolved without a problem, you feel exhausted, lonely, even.

“crying alone? I thought I’d never see the day.” a slightly flat voice comes from in front of you, a few metres away. you know that voice, and it gives a slight smile to your face and a warm feeling in your chest.

there he stood, crossing his arms while having a small, amused smile on his face. but it’s not the kind of smile that’s meant to mock you, it’s more like a jab that close friends do; harmless and a little funny despite the situation.

“shut up..” you mumble while gently wiping your eyes, the smile rising on your face despite trying to hide it, not wanting to please that fucker. Wanderer huffs softly, then invites himself to sit beside you and crosses his legs while propping his chin on his palm, elbow neatly placed on his knee just so he could get a good look at you.

sure, seeing you cry was a little rare to see since you always seem so.. monotonous or flat, for lack of better word. he knew little bits of what your relationship with your manager was, and to say he was disgusted was an understatement at best.

“manager?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow and tilting his head slightly to the side.

he knew how to read you like an open book, which is both a blessing and a curse.

“yeah,” your voice was soft, and he immediately caught up on that. usually your voice would be at the same pitch he’s used to. “nothing much though, just..”

you trail off, not knowing how to finish your sentence without thinking of how much of wuss you sound like. you bite your lip, and his form a soft frown.

the silence draws for a little longer, and you feel like you should’ve shut up. your head hangs low, your thumbs fiddling together and mentally beating yourself up for creating such an awkward atmosphere from just trying to speak. fuck, why was speaking so hard—

he hums, just a flat one that seemed to silently say he understood whatever you were trying to silently say.

he inches closer, hand holding the back of your head before pulling your body close to his. he hopes his artificial skin would help you warm up, even if just a little could be nice.

with the help of his comforting touch despite the coldness of his artificial skin, you chuckle softly despite the tears gently streaming down your cheeks. just small ones, but wanderer finds himself wiping them away anyway.

“that’s enough crying,” he cringes at his own voice, failing miserably at trying to form a warm tone and he stays silent, hoping you just understand that he’s genuinely trying to comfort you.

you smile softly, burying your face a little on his neck to not let anyone else see you cry as your arms softly wrap around him, squeezing gently to relieve some of your own tension.

“thank you.”

your voice was but a whisper, but he finds his skin to redden slightly anyway.

please please pleasee correct me if anything is incorrect about autism or any other issues about my writing :(( i have no friends or relatives who have autism, so i really don’t know what it’s like. i made a little research about it but i really don’t know if it’s correct or not 😔

[chi-icha]

ever just lose ur purpose whenever your favourite blogger deactivates

[chi-icha]

give that man a pussy. give that woman a dick. give him tits. give her a chest so flat you could stack cards on it. Grow up. get real

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I may be insane about mr wanderer

can’t relate like wtf is wrong with you (i want him so bad)

trans scara btw because mm🤤🤤

nsfw, please scroll if uncomfortable or a minor, i won’t be responsible.

“fuck- hey.. ugh.. calm down!”

his whines fill the room slowly even after his ego wouldn’t let him make a single noise. the pleasure was too good, and how could he possibly resist you? much less when you’re fucking him so deep like this.

his thighs were practically squeezing the life out of your waist after he wrapped his legs around them, no longer having the energy to hold them up on his own. the wet squelching of his cunt swallowing your cock wasn’t helping the situation either. he was so close to screaming but his ego told him not to, because only god knows how much you’ll tease him for that.

“i wanna hear you,” you whisper in his ear, making his eyes flutter in embarrassment at how hot you sound when you fuck him this deep. “make some noise for me.” it was always you who had to beg for him at least make some noise while fucking him, in which he was thankful for one thing at least. one less thing to beg for.

“mgh.. god.. i fucking- nnh..!” his words were abruptly cut off by a groan quickly covered by his hand as the head of you cock hit his sweet spot, eyes squeezing shut in hopes you couldn’t see how his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

“hate you..” he seethed, but all you could hear was the thick lust in his voice rather than anger that he was hoping to sound like. he was doing a poor job at trying to appear upset, not with you hitting so deep inside him, no.

hopefully he knows how long he’ll last until he’s moaning for more.

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hey could you please tag your x reader fics as "x reader"? for people who've blocked "x reader" tags, posts tagged like "[specific character] x reader" still come through, and theres no real way to tag for every possible variation of [specific character] x reader.

hey im kinda confused on what ur saying but i think what ur saying is to tag all my fics as “x reader”? in that case, i already did

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maybe… playing with Kazuha’s hair? 🥺

Love your writing style <3

coming right up! also tysm 🫶🏻

soft breezes passing through, the ocean waving as the ship passes, sailors and of course the shouting of orders by Captain Beidou, those sounds remain but the only thing the two lovers in the cabin could hear were their own heartbeats syncing together and the sound of Kazuha’s lovely voice.

“your fingers are so gentle, even the wildest Rishboland tiger would melt at your touch.” Kazuha mused with a soft smile, obediently facing his back to you as you slowly brush his hair after getting wet for some reason. as always, the man’s words were like flowers, and his voice sounds like a gentle breeze.

his words make your cheeks a bit red, but you remain smiling at him from behind and a bit thankful he couldn’t see you right now. else he’ll compliment that smile without stopping..

“oh, how many times have I heard that, Kazuha?” you reply with a playful chuckle, your fingers grazing lightly on his cheeks to get all his hair back and you can catch a glimpse of how his cheeks get slightly redder from your touch, which was absolutely adorable.

your soft fingers guiding the brush through his hair makes him give a soft sigh of pleasure, your fingers grazing his scalp making him tremble slightly. his cheeks were coated in a soft pink, his hands placed on his lap as he remains obedient to your touch.

“have you kept count?” a soft sigh leaves his lips as your fingers gently bury itself in his hair, pleasurable tingles running through his body at how gentle your fingers worked on his scalp. by then, the brush was long gone, now replaced by your fingers.

“three times this week.”

his eyes widen slightly and a nervous chuckle is heard. well, he wasn’t expecting you to actually keep count.

gently grabbing all his hair and leaving some for his bangs, you slowly tie his hair up, fingers working gently enough for Kazuha to lean into your touch and smile affectionately.

his heart beats so fast, almost trying to beat out of his chest from how good your fingers make him feel. he didn’t know why it felt so good when you play with his hair or even just tie it for him. maybe it’s you who’s doing it, and any touch from you is welcome.

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Okay idk if you can but, can u please write for Lisa from genshin!! I rlly love her and she’s a cutie patootie (fluff)

LISAAAA i love her <3

idk much about her so if it’s ooc pls forgive me 😭 also i made hc’s because i don’t know what u want cuz u didn’t specify,, if this wasn’t what u wanted then you’re always welcome to request more!

OK so i’d think since she sometimes gets sleepy, she’ll try to distract herself by writing letters to you and sometimes send them. definitely loves to look at your reaction while you read em, it makes her heart warm and her smile softens when she sees your cheeks go red,,

ALSO ALSO i think she’s really good at handcrafts and loves to make stuff like bookmarks or paper origami for whenever she’s bored in the library. very much likes to make them for you, you probably have like a box or two full of stuff she made

overrated hc but i LOVE it when people say she doesn’t mind if you don’t return borrowed books on time,, hell, she’ll probably extend the date for ya. when you get guilty or flustered when you return the books past the date, she’ll chuckle and pat your head, saying she doesn’t mind at all. if you guys are already dating, she’ll give a kiss on the cheek !

definitely invites you over for tea in the afternoon! sometimes out of mondstadt if she’s in a particularly good mood, but normally just inside at Good Hunter. she’ll order food but only to see how cute you look when you eat up. she’ll rest her face in her palm and look at you lovingly, her smile soft and warm while she looks at how your cheeks move when chewing. LOVES LOVES to tease you about it too, she’ll always look for a smudge of food on your cheek or near your lips so she could gently wipe it away, her smile widening a bit when she sees you look at her with that flustered look, and especially loves when you mutter a small “thank you”

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no i swear i’ll write something if someone gives requests 😭 even small brainrots will do pookie 💔

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oh my god i’m starting to become a scara simp

your touch practically burns into his skin as he tries to hold up his thighs up, making you bury yourself deeper into him as he squirms and pants. hands shaking as he holds the back of his knees up to his chest, head thrown back in pleasure as he can feel you stretch his hole out.

“s-so.. big- nnh..”

his pitiful and whiny voice is heard after the lewd sounds he makes. you chuckle softly and bring a hand to cup his cheek, which he leans into as he spreads himself further, for you and only you.

“you can take it, right?”

he nods frantically, afraid you’ll pull out and leave him empty. he clenches around you, head throwing back in pleasure as he moans out your name, a little louder than you’d expect. his trembling hands spreading himself wider and revealing his aching cock and pink hole sucking you in.

“please-ghk! d-deeper! hng-!”

his voice is still as demanding and harsh but breathy moans soon fill up the room as you speed up, his hands shaking as he holds the back of his thighs, trying to spread his legs further and let you go deeper. the knot in his abdomen getting tighter as his moans get louder.

“of course.” your voice sounds out of breath, but that’s what is so hot for him.

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i am so tired i just want to kiss scara

the puppet is probably touch starved as hell, even the slightest touches from you makes him shiver. of course he would never admit that, only shooting you a glare as he quickly walks away to hide his red face. even when you accidentally hit his thigh with yours when you sit together, he jolts and glares. you notice his red cheeks but he looks away.

when you actually finally kiss him, he freezes. he doesn't know what to do. his arms hover uselessly as you pull away, a little dejected, but he quickly holds your hand, desperate to keep you there.

"w-wait.. i wasn't ready. do it again."

his voice trembles, but he's confident he'll dominate you with his ultra sigma move when you kiss him again—

he doesn't. your arm wraps around his waist as you kiss him again after letting out a scoff at his ridiculously confident words. he only shivers as your soft lips touches his, kissing you back whilst his eyes flutter. god, it feels amazing. he almost chokes when you pull him closer, pressing your body against his as you deepen the kiss.

[chi-icha]

i have a confession.

i might like scaramouche.

[chi-icha]

me: *sees you like my ask*

me: *looks at my unfinished thirsts*

would you perhaps be interested if I arranged them? they're all about zhongli tho

YES I WANT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF EM