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DRABBLE | MDNI !

Ajax wants to gag you whenever he fucks you in doggy because you're just too loud and he doesn't know when his siblings will be back from ice fishing. He would've made you suck on his fingers, but he's too busy grabbing handfuls of your ass. He'd rather not deal with someone's lectures after falling witness to your shaky legs and nasty mouth, but he can’t get enough of you.

You're so close to drooling all over your chin, moaning Ajax's name over and over just to rile him up a little.

"Do I need to gag you to shut you up, fuck!" He groans. "Should've used that throat instead, would've stayed quiet that way, hm? But—" His hips snap into your ass again, this time he's so deep that it almost hurts. "-Don't run away now. You feel so good."

You push your ass against him and that's all it takes for your Ajax to fold. He nearly doubles over your back and his thrusts turn into ruthless, forceful slams, as if his entire being has been altered by the mere push of your hips.

Ajax is completely lost in his own little world, ears deaf to your desperate cries and pleas of "A-Ajax, slow down!" or "No more! 's too much!"

He swears you’ll be the mother of his children one day.

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DRABBLE | MDNI !

Ajax wants to gag you whenever he fucks you in doggy because you're just too loud and he doesn't know when his siblings will be back from ice fishing. He would've made you suck on his fingers, but he's too busy grabbing handfuls of your ass. He'd rather not deal with someone's lectures after falling witness to your shaky legs and nasty mouth, but he can’t get enough of you.

You're so close to drooling all over your chin, moaning Ajax's name over and over just to rile him up a little.

"Do I need to gag you to shut you up, fuck!" He groans. "Should've used that throat instead, would've stayed quiet that way, hm? But—" His hips snap into your ass again, this time he's so deep that it almost hurts. "-Don't run away now. You feel so good."

You push your ass against him and that's all it takes for your Ajax to fold. He nearly doubles over your back and his thrusts turn into ruthless, forceful slams, as if his entire being has been altered by the mere push of your hips.

Ajax is completely lost in his own little world, ears deaf to your desperate cries and pleas of "A-Ajax, slow down!" or "No more! 's too much!"

He swears you’ll be the mother of his children one day.

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Been in a slump lately but I’ll try to publish my work regularly again 😛

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This is the worst timeline. (x)

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Anemo Piercing Studio AU! a drabble

Your first visit leaves an indelible mark. The memory lingers, charged and vivid;

The first time you step into the sleek piercing studio, it feels like walking into another world. It’s sharp and modern—dark walls offset by gleaming jewelry displays, the quiet hum of music vibrating through the air. You feel out of place at first, nerves tangled in the pit of your stomach, but the moment you spot him—Xiao—you’re frozen in place.

Xiao stands behind the counter, dark hair brushing his jaw, amber eyes sharp and unwavering. The best piercer in town, everyone says. His reputation precedes him, but it’s not just his skill that leaves you breathless; it’s the way he carries himself, calm and controlled, like nothing could ever shake him. He calls you in and you fall silent.

The chair is cold under you as you sit, and the air between you thickens the moment Xiao steps closer. His hands are gloved, precise as he prepares the piercing, and the faint brush of his fingers against your skin burns hotter than it should. He says little, but when he speaks, it’s direct, his eyes never leaving yours as he murmurs instructions. You barely hear him over the sound of your erratic heartbeat and the music playing over the speakers as his steady hands tilt your head to the side. The pain of the piercing is quick but the heat that blooms beneath your skin lingers long even after he steps back. When he finishes, he hands you aftercare instructions, his voice smooth but distant.

As you head for the door, still dizzy from the quiet tension in the small room, the air shifts again. A figure leans casually against the front desk, the sharp indigo of his eyes locking onto you the moment you pass. He doesn’t speak but his smirk is enough to leave you breathless, like he already knows exactly what you’re thinking. His gloved hands flex as he removes them, revealing tattooed fingers that brush against his jawline in lazy confidence. He doesn’t even need to introduce himself, someone else does—Aether, one of the staff, calls out, “Scara, take a break already, will you?” and the name feels like it burns into your memory. His gaze lingers on you as you leave, like a promise you don’t yet understand.

When you return for your check-up you’re surprised to find Kazuha waiting for you. His smile is warm, disarming, and the moment he speaks, his voice lilting and soft, your nerves disappear. His red eyes gleam with something you can’t quite place, a quiet intensity that draws you in even as his gentle touch puts you at ease. He handles your jewelry with care, his fingertips brushing against your skin as he works. There’s no need for the extra lingering but he doesn’t rush, his voice dipping into something intimate as he gives you advice. You catch his gaze once and the faint curl of his lips makes you feel as if he’s unraveling you. Thread by thread. Without even trying.

When Kazuha leans in close to inspect his work, the heat of his breath fans against your cheek, you’re caught between wanting to stay frozen in place and wanting to turn toward him, to close the gap. “Perfect,” he says. The word hangs between you like it means more than just your piercing.

You think you’ve prepared yourself by the time you return to the studio again, exams finally being over and adrenaline buzzing through your veins. You’re ready to treat yourself with something nice. However, when you’re greeted by Scaramouche, all your composure dissolves. He doesn’t just take up space—he owns it, leaning against the counter with that same smirk you remember, his sharp eyes sweeping over you in a way that feels like a challenge.

“You’re back,” Scaramouche says, his voice mocking and smooth, like he’s been waiting. When he suggests a conch piercing, the way he tilts his head and looks at you makes it impossible to say no. His touch is firm but teasing. His hands linger a little too long against your skin as he works. He clicks his tongue in faux disappointment every time you shift around. “You’re not scared, are you?” he taunts.

Scaramouche knows just how to turn you into a stuttering mess.

The tension coils tighter with every teasing remark, every brush of his fingers, until you’re dizzy with it. When he’s done, he steps back, but the way his eyes rake over you makes you feel bare. Is he admiring more than just the piercing? “Looks good on you,” Scaramouche says with a confident smirk, but there’s an underlying weight in his tone that stirs something deep within you. Thankfully, he and his colleagues have a knack for delivering exactly what you need.

not proofread!

I'm considering developing this into a story and would love your thoughts on it. I envision it as a casual and light read, possibly incorporating smut along with a touch of angst. What do you think?

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Ajax Drabble

Besides fanfiction and drabbles, this account will most likely promote mature content/smut! Heed the warnings/tags listed on posts.

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DRABBLE - 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

MDNI! sexual content ahead!

✻ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. men who like to overstimulate— whether that be by accident or intentional (Scaramouche, Xiao, Tartaglia)

✻ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. overstimulation, bratty! afab! Reader, creampie, praising, implied unbalanced power dynamics (Scaramouche), choking (Scaramouche), degradation (Scaramouche) Switch! Xiao and Fatui! Scaramouche (he drives me crazy)

didnt proofread and slightly slacked off with Ajax’s part. Mb gang

BALLADEER

The Balladeer? He's reckless when he's fucking you. He's all raw energy and unbridled passion, like a storm of thunder you can't control but can only surrender to. When the Balladeer's hands are on you, it's electric. Every touch sends shockwaves through you (quite literally) and every kiss feels hungry. As if he's trying to devour you whole.

Scaramouche will fuck you for hours if you ever dare to mouth off so don’t even think he’ll look past disorderly behavior. You’re his cute little subordinate after all. If his hands aren't firmly gripping your waist, then one of them is surely between your legs, his fingers working their magic with the kind of precision that only he seems to possess. Two fingers press into you, curling upward with perfect intent when they find that sensitive, gummy spot inside of you— the one that makes your knees tremble and threatens to steal the strength from your legs. Scaramouche’s other hand is no less active, the broad expanse of his palm pressing teasingly against your lower stomach. It's not just to make you feel more; it's to ensure you're at his mercy, unable to shift or chase after the rhythm he sets. He gives you only what he decides you’re allowed to have. And today, despite his day being ruined by your relentless teasing, he’s feeling unusually generous… perhaps even a bit too generous with the way he’s been overstimulating you.

You've always loved Scaramouche’s hands. You love the way they feel, the way they claim every part of you they touch, and especially the way his palm grinds against your clit when he slips a third finger inside. It's a delicious stretch, one that pulls wanton moans from your lips before you can even think to stifle them. It’s all too much. All too fast and too rough! But, god, you can’t get enough.

When frustration has been building up in him for far too long— he lets it show in the roughness of his words and touch.

That's when you feel his hand slide up to your neck, wrapping around your throat with a firm yet deliberate grip. “Fucking slut, huh? Yeah? You asked for this.”

XIAO

Xiao, who finally has enough of your teasing, your denial of the orgasm he was chasing and your constant mouthing off. He is so frustrated and annoyed that he flips the both of you over just so he can fuck you at the pace he's been aching for this entire night.

It takes you by surprise because the change is so sharp, as if a flip has switched. One second you're lazily riding the man, holding him down and bathing in his moans and whines for more. Denying him as often as your heart desires because you thought he'd let you.

And now you're beneath him, desperately gripping the sheets to try and find purchase as he fucks so hard and so fast that you're about to pass out. You've never been so full of him and still so hungry for more at the same time now that he's hitting spots inside of you that you didn't know existed in the first place.

Xiao holds you by your lifted hips, fucking himself into you like it would make up for the amounts of ruined orgasms you've brought him. And he does it so easily, handling you around like a doll made for his desires. "You’re impossible to handle,” He groans, the drag and pull of his fat cock rendering you speechless.

He knows you deserve the meanest of treatments. It would be just fair to almost drive you over the edge just to ruin every ounce of release once you're actually about to finish. Maybe he should've fucked your throat instead so he wouldn't have to deal with your attitude. Even now, all you do is complain and whine between broken moans and gasps for more. But, god, you feel too good, too warm and way too tight. The face you're making is motivation enough to keep on fucking you even after you've come.

Xiao rubs your clit, gifts you another orgasm, but he never slows his pace. And although Xiao fucks like he owns you, even he is moaning like a bitch when he empties his balls into you.

TARTAGLIA

There's nothing Ajax likes better than seeing your stupid colorful socks dangling over his shoulders as he fucks his fat cock into your gushing pussy. Your nails dig into his biceps, whining for him, telling him that it's too much but not pushing him away as he pounds you harder.

"A-Ajax!" Your eyes roll back whenever he hits that special spot inside of you, but Ajax isn't stopping until he's sure your pussy is filled to the brim. You're so close to drooling all over your chin, moaning his name over and over just to spur him on a little.

Ajax isn't exactly known to be a patient man, but he'll make an exception for you. Fucking you senseless is an art he's more than willing to practice over and over again until he's mastered it. It doesn't matter whether his balls are coated in your slick, or you babble incoherent sentences about how big he is, about how full you feel.

He knows he did a great job fucking you when he finally empties his balls into you and you gush around him like you've never before.

"you look-- s-shit! look so pretty like this. Pussy feels so fuckin' good, so fuckin' wet. Am I making you feel good, baby? C’mon, talk to me."

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STOP THE NSFW POSTS I'M SAD I WANT COMFORT, NOT SOME ROUGH BACKSHOTS😭😭😭

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DRABBLE - men who overstimulate

MDNI! sexual content ahead!

✻ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. men who like to overstimulate— whether that be by accident or intentional (Scaramouche, Xiao, Tartaglia)

✻ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. overstimulation, bratty! afab! Reader, creampie, praising, implied unbalanced power dynamics (Scaramouche), choking (Scaramouche), degradation (Scaramouche) Switch! Xiao and Fatui! Scaramouche (he drives me crazy)

didnt proofread and slightly slacked off with Ajax’s part. Mb gang

BALLADEER

The Balladeer? He's reckless when he's fucking you. He's all raw energy and unbridled passion, like a storm of thunder you can't control but can only surrender to. When the Balladeer's hands are on you, it's electric. Every touch sends shockwaves through you (quite literally) and every kiss feels hungry. As if he's trying to devour you whole.

Scaramouche will fuck you for hours if you ever dare to mouth off so don’t even think he’ll look past disorderly behavior. You’re his cute little subordinate after all. If his hands aren't firmly gripping your waist, then one of them is surely between your legs, his fingers working their magic with the kind of precision that only he seems to possess. Two fingers press into you, curling upward with perfect intent when they find that sensitive, gummy spot inside of you— the one that makes your knees tremble and threatens to steal the strength from your legs. Scaramouche’s other hand is no less active, the broad expanse of his palm pressing teasingly against your lower stomach. It's not just to make you feel more; it's to ensure you're at his mercy, unable to shift or chase after the rhythm he sets. He gives you only what he decides you’re allowed to have. And today, despite his day being ruined by your relentless teasing, he’s feeling unusually generous… perhaps even a bit too generous with the way he’s been overstimulating you.

You've always loved Scaramouche’s hands. You love the way they feel, the way they claim every part of you they touch, and especially the way his palm grinds against your clit when he slips a third finger inside. It's a delicious stretch, one that pulls wanton moans from your lips before you can even think to stifle them. It’s all too much. All too fast and too rough! But, god, you can’t get enough.

When frustration has been building up in him for far too long— he lets it show in the roughness of his words and touch.

That's when you feel his hand slide up to your neck, wrapping around your throat with a firm yet deliberate grip. “Fucking slut, huh? Yeah? You asked for this.”

XIAO

Xiao, who finally has enough of your teasing, your denial of the orgasm he was chasing and your constant mouthing off. He is so frustrated and annoyed that he flips the both of you over just so he can fuck you at the pace he's been aching for this entire night.

It takes you by surprise because the change is so sharp, as if a flip has switched. One second you're lazily riding the man, holding him down and bathing in his moans and whines for more. Denying him as often as your heart desires because you thought he'd let you.

And now you're beneath him, desperately gripping the sheets to try and find purchase as he fucks so hard and so fast that you're about to pass out. You've never been so full of him and still so hungry for more at the same time now that he's hitting spots inside of you that you didn't know existed in the first place.

Xiao holds you by your lifted hips, fucking himself into you like it would make up for the amounts of ruined orgasms you've brought him. And he does it so easily, handling you around like a doll made for his desires. "You’re impossible to handle,” He groans, the drag and pull of his fat cock rendering you speechless.

He knows you deserve the meanest of treatments. It would be just fair to almost drive you over the edge just to ruin every ounce of release once you're actually about to finish. Maybe he should've fucked your throat instead so he wouldn't have to deal with your attitude. Even now, all you do is complain and whine between broken moans and gasps for more. But, god, you feel too good, too warm and way too tight. The face you're making is motivation enough to keep on fucking you even after you've come.

Xiao rubs your clit, gifts you another orgasm, but he never slows his pace. And although Xiao fucks like he owns you, even he is moaning like a bitch when he empties his balls into you.

TARTAGLIA

There's nothing Ajax likes better than seeing your stupid colorful socks dangling over his shoulders as he fucks his fat cock into your gushing pussy. Your nails dig into his biceps, whining for him, telling him that it's too much but not pushing him away as he pounds you harder.

"A-Ajax!" Your eyes roll back whenever he hits that special spot inside of you, but Ajax isn't stopping until he's sure your pussy is filled to the brim. You're so close to drooling all over your chin, moaning his name over and over just to spur him on a little.

Ajax isn't exactly known to be a patient man, but he'll make an exception for you. Fucking you senseless is an art he's more than willing to practice over and over again until he's mastered it. It doesn't matter whether his balls are coated in your slick, or you babble incoherent sentences about how big he is, about how full you feel.

He knows he did a great job fucking you when he finally empties his balls into you and you gush around him like you've never before.

"you look-- s-shit! look so pretty like this. Pussy feels so fuckin' good, so fuckin' wet. Am I making you feel good, baby? C’mon, talk to me."

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MDNI! - Drabble

thinking about needy! Al Haitham who acts all nonchalant and collected almost all of the time but secretly can't wait to get his hands on you. He's indifferent to everything there is in the world, exception is you ofc. The scribe likes to read a good old book whenever he gets home from his tedious work, but on days like these, he just wants to flip you over on your stomach and fuck you stupid.

thinking about bartender! Diluc who looks a little bedazzled when you enter Angel's Share in a tight little outfit with the closing time approaching. Except for a few passed-out drunkards in the corner of the tavern, Diluc notices that you're alone. What pain is there in dragging you away for a second? Those drunk men back there won't even notice, let alone remember tomorrow morning! Peppering you with soft kisses and feeling you up sounds a whole lot better than watching over those idiots anyway.

thinking about Fatui! Scara who doesn't like to share. You're his pretty little subordinate, neatly folding the paperwork he's inundated you with just so you can stay in his main tent for a little longer. You basically get paid to paint your fingernails and sort through his papers, isn't that great?! Every time Scaramouche gets accused of favoritism, all he says is, isn't it obvious? On some evenings, Scaramouche lets you stay the night just so you won't have to walk through the camp alone. He might even fuck you if you're lucky enough!

still looking for moots/anons!! DMs and requests are open.

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Fortunately

Fatui! Scaramouche Drabble. . . mhhhh | MDNI ! NSFW !

Unfortunately for you, your Fatui boyfriend is the moodiest asshole ever. If you had known Scaramouche would be such a bitch most of the time, you wouldn't have looked his way.

fortunately for you, his cock makes up for it.

Scaramouche loves it when he's allowed to snap your back in half; how exactly could he not when you claw at his bedsheets and wiggle your ass away from his pelvis when he's stuffed so deep inside of you that you could've sworn you felt him in your guts? He tuts when you begin to cry from the overstimulation, calling you a crybaby but groaning because of how tight you feel. You have him wrapped around your finger even now when he's pounding you from behind and itching to pull on your hair or wrap his hand around the curve of your throat.

Your mouth wraps around Scaramouche’s fingers to muffle the moans you can’t hold in and he thinks he might just cum inside of you when you turn your head to the side and he sees a little bit of drool pooling down your chin. He has your face squashed into the pillows on the spot, with your drool soaking the linen.

Scaramouche has your back arched deep and nice, just how he likes it and you can't do a damn thing about it because it just feels too good. You're barely able to form a coherent thought like this, having been reduced to nothing but a moaning and crying mess. He thrusts into you as if he has to prove a point. But how could he not when everything about you is so stupidly perfect while you let him fill you up to the brim? Your cunt is made for him.

Scaramouche promised the walls were soundproof earlier.

Yeah, right, soundproof.

The other Harbingers make it clear the next morning that this wasn’t the case. And they make sure you hear allll about it.

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last updated: November 18, 2024

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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄

“You’ve stumbled into the Fool’s realm— let me shuffle the deck and show you every tale spun from the hands of the Jester!”

❊ My Name is Eval, short for Evalyn, and I’m the storyteller behind the deck.

❊ University student majoring in Film & Media Arts.

❊ English isn’t my first language, so criticism is appreciated if done politely.

ABOUT ME:

19 | 🇩🇪🇵🇱 | she/her | intp

likes:

Languages (I can speak 5) and history

Mixing gold and silver jewelry, piercings, earthy colors

Poetry, art and music, guitars, myths, literature, my silly little alone time 😔

Women

dislikes:

Hot weather

Writer’s and art block, unfair treatment

Spiders and other insects, crowded spaces

music: Mitski, Ethel Cain, Big Thief, Searows, TV Girl, Sonder, Jeff Buckley, CAS, male manipulator music