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I wont lie, for a sec i thought the reader was gonna tell fake floyd she realized she ended up liking Jade. I don't think he would be able to keep a straight face at that.
With how much Jade was rotting in Reader's brain during that entire scene, I wouldn't have been surprised if she said something like that. T_T there is no normal way to explain why you're thinking of and imagining your crush's twin brother when your "crush" is currently fucking you.
The amount of times Reader brings up Jade... oh, she is falling and she doesn't even realize it.
#twisted chit chat#n/sfw#READER JUST MARRY HIM ALREADY OTL#he's so in love with you!!!!#i'm putting the both of them on a boat so they can experience 'kiss the girl' scene#only it's kiss the eel who has been in love with you ever since he saw you
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hello! i'd like to request the vice dorm leaders + someone of your choosing with a reader who's cursed to speak in third person (the reader's used to it by now, it's everyone else who makes it a problem). maybe they see the reader getting made fun of by some other students? i hope this isn't too vague oTL
YAY vice dorm leader request!!!!! I love those silly beans. didn't include anyone else (sorry ruggie) cause my computer is dying as I write this
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ cursed
type of post: headcanons characters: trey, jade, jamil, rook, lilia additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu
Of course, it just happened to be an obscure, ancient curse that no contemporary textbooks had a reversal for...
So, until Trein can go through his older tomes, you're stuck like this.
And all its ups and downs.
you explained the situation to Trey after he had shooed off some first years who were bothering you about it
"that one's... new,"
but he adapts really well. better than anyone in his dorm, actually. perhaps he's just so used to being surrounded by nonsense, but he handles it with ease
it's just like you're speaking in riddles
he becomes a sort of interpreter for you, and before long, it becomes rare to see you without him, or him without you
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the way Floyd was going on about that "funny thing you do", you may as well have been fetching sticks and rolling over. Jade isn't so surprised when it turns out to be nothing more than a curse
lucky (or unlucky??) for you, Jade doesn't mind
you don't say much, which gives him the wonderful opportunity to drag you around and talk your ear off about fungi
(finally, someone who can't tell him to stop talking!!!)
eventually, you begin speaking through different genera of mushroom, since talking about fungi doesn't require personal pronouns
you may as well just marry him now tbh
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Jamil, for one, is actually concerned about you
first of all, who goes around casting ancient curses on innocent bystanders?? second of all, why are you always an innocent bystander???
zero survival skills. SIGH
oh, well, if he must find you a reversal spell and save you from your curse and be your hero... so be it!
it's definitely not like he's taking advantage of your misfortune to get some attention... he'd NEVER (lying)
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Rook isn't phased. not for a SECOND. he probably speaks to himself in the third person when he's alone, anyway, so his reaction is something more like... "beauté!!!"
he's just a little freak. it'd take a lot more than a speaking curse to surprise him
he'll eagerly help you in search of a cure, or he'll interpret for you, or he'll just speak for you, if you'd like. tbh, he's probably already figured out how to reverse the spell, but he's enjoying having you rely on him
maybe a little too much
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Lilia has seen a lot of weird things in his lifetime. a lot of amusing things, too. right now, you're a little bit of both
which he loves, of course
he's familiar with such a curse. niche, isn't it? he hasn't seen it in... oh, maybe three hundred years. you're quite special, aren't you?
he'll probably also start referring to himself in the third person alongside you, just because it's silly
of course, you don't think it's silly, but, strangely, he helps you feel less weird about it
Lilia will always match your freak
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#queued#trey clover x reader#jade leech x reader#jamil viper x reader#rook hunt x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader
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Ohoho Sunday thoughts you say? >:D this is loosely based on the prior ask? But I was just thinking how Sunday would probably try (keyword try) to remain pure and abstain from s*x before marriage, yknow? But when he finally does have you as his own, all bets are off. Angel boi is horny and wants you :( in his mind: it’s pure and simple yet beautiful lovemaking between two souls :( and in my love deprived ass I would melt because I know he’d be big on giving and receiving praise fjgjgjgj even would enjoy the idea of extending the Family if you were down for it (whether or not you could, he enjoys the idea of it) ((also he likes control so))
And don’t get me staarttteddd on his sweet aftercare and pillow talk D: oml you’d quite literally be on cloud nine!! He is too tho :) and he cannot help himself from just being so sweet and genuine orz
ohhHHHHH- Y e s I like this quite a bit. Need this to take a break from the angst I’ve been cookin up with a certain someone (you know who you are OTL).
Fair warning y’all are gonna end up seeing me write a fic about him that is blatantly blasphemous with religious themes (pretends like I’m not already working on one like that with Argenti).
Anyways- Back to this.
Thank you so much for the ask~ I love Sunday so much. <333333
CW: possessive behavior, cumming inside, fluff!!! (crazy I know how very almost off brand of me-), maybe some blasphemous thoughts? (idk that they count with aeons but hey-), marking, breeding kink (he’s saying it regardless of whether you are able to have children or not bc regardless it’s h o t -), praise
Reader gender: gender neutral (I tried not to say anything that would be too telling about what sex the reader is so please read it as such! I don’t think I said anything that was like that-)
So going off the last ask, we’re going to assume that he likes you enough to feel great affection for you. Enough to want you. To feel his own carnal desires rear their head even before you’ve married. It manifests in his seemingly innocent yet wandering hands. A hand on your waist as he passes by you. His hands drifting dangerously low when you hug. Leaning in close to talk to you. Lips making their way down from your forehead to your cheek to the corner of your lips. The placement of his kiss making its way to your lips slowly with every goodbye kiss.
But at some point, he can’t really stop himself from at least using those pretty hands of his on you- Along with that silver tongue and sinful mouth. He’ll make you feel so incredibly good, plunging his long fingers into you and taking you into his mouth. He’s lick and suck at you and even slide his tongue inside you. Perhaps the taste of you would be enough to tide him over until you were properly his- Married to him. It would have to be enough because you deserved to have a perfect wedding and perfect wedding night.
But aeons that doesn’t stop him from pleasuring you with what he can before then in order to hopefully keep himself in line. Even as his cock aches with the need to have you, he’ll just hold you down and whisper sweet promises in your ear. Even if you beg him, he won’t. Just wait for him baby just a little longer-
But after the ceremony is over and the afterparty is done and the guests all leave-
Oh dear. You’re finally left alone with your hungry fian- husband. You’re finally left alone with your absolutely famished husband. And you’re on the menu.
It begins like how many of your other encounters of sexual nature begin.
Sweet kisses that make it seem like he wants to swallow you whole. Gentle hands taking in the feel of you in his arms. Trailing kisses down your throat, eyes closed in ecstasy because you were finally his now. He can have you with no regrets. All that waiting was for this moment. When he could finally have you wholly. And that makes this moment in the warm light of the bedside lamp and the cooler shades of the moon all the sweeter.
Wetted fingers stretching you in preparation for something larger, taking their time in their task despite knowing you well by then. Because even if this was to get you ready to become one with him- He’s wants to draw as much pleasure from you as possible. This is a special night for the two of you. One he will cherish completely and one he wants to make perfect for you. His arm would be holding him up, cradled behind your head for you to lean on while he molds himself to your side. Even as you whine and roll your hips into the curl of his fingers inside you, pressing on that special spot inside you, he kisses your cheeks gently with soothing words. “Good… very good, my love. Just a little more- I want you to finish on my fingers first. Can you do that for me, my sweet? I know you can-”
Just as he gives you your first orgasm of the night, he takes your lips once more while gently coaxing your through the waves of pleasure. He’s so soft, guiding you through the dance even while your mind goes blank for a bit as he watches your expression. “That’s it. I’ve got you.”
It’s then that he kisses you almost chastely before beginning his journey down your body to have his prize. The prize being whatever he’s managed to pull from you. He’d lick it from your body in broad strokes as though he were tasting honey dribbled over your form, caressing your every curve as he went.
Sunday would dribble lube over himself, a hand slathering the viscous substance over his cock in pumping motions. It was almost erotic watching him. The way he'd squeeze just a little at the top and you would watch his hardness twitch and drool between his fingers. But when you look up, the angelic man would only be looking at you. Gazing lovingly- longingly at you.
That's how it always was. Ever since meeting, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off you. You were simply radiant to him. Unlike anything or anyone else he'd ever seen.
Leaning over you to settle himself between your legs, Sunday would give you another kiss before asking if you were ready. While waiting for your answer, he'd go back to nip and lick at your neck. He wanted to mark you for all to see- You were his. His lover, his spouse, his soulmate. His. No one else's. He would love and care for you in every way, he'd think to himself.
And no- Don't just nod at him. "I need to hear you say it, dove. Please? For me, my dear?" Once you'd given him your clear consent, he'd bring you into a deep kiss while lining himself up with your stretched out, wet entrance. He can't even bring himself to tease you a little. Though the thought crossed his mind, he knew he'd been waiting far too long for this.
Once he was in the proper place, he'd rest his forehead against yours, the two of you breathing in each other's air while he looks down at where the two of you would be connected, fingers drifting to fondle you in order to distract from any possible pain you may feel with a gentle hum.
As Sunday would finally push in, cockhead popping inside, he'd gasp against your lips with twitching hips he had to force still. "Are you alright, love?" Taking a moment for himself to regain his composure and steel himself, he'd hide away in the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent and feel your pulse beneath his soft lips. Once you were ready it would be but a slow rock of his hips, moving gently inside you, to eventually sheath himself completely inside. As he worked himself into your tightness, Sunday would whisper sweet words into your ears in a whisper, as though the words were only for the two of you despite no one else being around- The words would come in between kisses while he rubbed a hand up and down your side to comfort you, the hand occasionally straying to rub your sex or pluck at your nipples to distract you from the strain of this part of the night.
Once bottomed out, your ass resting in the cradle of his hips with his body covering yours, he would ask you if you're alright and give you time to adjust. It's all praises here, the man telling you just how good you are for him and saying that you're doing wonderfully. After some time passes and you rock your hips against his to test your comfort, a small moan would be startled out of him before it devolves into a chuckle. "Are you ready, my love?"
It'd start with hip just grinding into you, firm but slow and accompanied by a pleasured sigh from him. He'd hold back none of his sounds because he wanted you to know how good you made him feel. Then he'd pull out only just a bit before thrusting himself back in. At some point he had begun to properly fuck you, the push and pull like the rocking of a boat on a gentle sea. This was making love. And after angling his hips, he found your sweet spot he'd only ever touched with those pretty fingers of his.
It'd be a struggle to not lose himself in you. In your all-consuming presence and the pleasure you gave him- In the love you showed him as you reached up to bring him close with a whimper of his name. It was like hearing the gospel fall from your lips. And they might as well have been. For now you were his everything. His god, his true Harmony. Were you to say it, it would be so. And right now, you were telling him that it felt good and asking him to keep going. So, he would.
With teeth gently marking all the places he'd been, his darkened eyes would watch the way you arch your back and moan to the heavens (they were yours anyways). Sunday is something that knows how to hide its teeth and disguise itself in the form of a man. He was careful to dull his claws so he would not hurt you when he held you close. Careful to veil the violence that was part of him, showing in his eyes, when he was with you. But he was a beast who knew the taste of blood. And yet you, his pure and lovely dove, loved him and accepted him. You said he was a good man and that you loved him. You were his truth. So, it must be so.
He wanted to claim you so wholly that none could ever deny that you both belonged to one another. That none could mistake that you were his deity and him your humble and devout servant who worshiped you here in the temple of your bed, giving you his offerings in pleasure, loyalty, and love. That brought another idea to mind of just how he could claim you and show you his deepest love.
"I want to breed you, my love. To carry on the family and mark you inside with my cum. Would that be alright? Do you want that as well, dove?"
He would speed up now, thinking about how he could have a family with you. How lovely you would look with a child tottering around behind you. He would make it happen no matter what so long as you wanted it as well. When you agree, he'd smile so wide his face hurt and shower you with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, my love my heart my everything-"
He can hardly fathom how he'd lived without you before.
Touching and kissing you all over he drove the two of you to your peak, the both of you moaning and whining against each other's lips as you kissed through the high. His hips continued to rock into yours to prolong the waves of pleasure that washed over you before slowing to a stop when you both became overstimulated.
"Thank you, love. You did so well- So very good for me. I love you so much," he'd praise and declare between kisses that he planted all over- Everywhere he could reach while wrapped up in your arms and holding you so close you wondered if the two of you could fuse together. "I love you, too," you'd mumble against his lips as he came back to them for a proper kiss. The chaste peck turning into a sensuous slide of lips, unhurried and full of undeniable love.
Even when he withdrew from your now cum-filled hole and began to clean you up, he would praise you and ask you how you felt while pressing kisses every place he touched. Once everything was done and he'd had you drink water, he'd lay down and pull you to lay on his chest. While stroking your back and pressing a kiss to your hair, he'd bid you goodnight and say yet another "I love you" before quietly humming to help you drift asleep.
Hopefully that was to your liking~ I had fun writing it! Thank you for the idea and for letting me write more about Sunday! <333
Feel free to send in another request if you want, hehe.
#Roro writes#gn reader#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x gn reader#honkai star rail x gn reader#hsr smut#honkai star rail smut#hsr sunday x reader#sunday x reader#sunday smut#hsr sunday smut#bottom reader#top character#asks answered
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Jumin Han - Ramen
jumin x fem!reader
fluff! also i am on mobile pls forgive any formatting errors. OTL
You sat quietly on the couch with Elizabeth the 3rd curled happily on your lap. You hadn't had work today and Jumin was supposed to be at a meeting until late, so things were pretty boring at the penthouse. There was only so much garbage tv you could watch without going crazy, and all the good shows you had already promised Jumin you wouldn't watch without him.
Elizabeth the 3rd purred gently in your lap as you stroked her back, the warmth coming from her tiny cat body starting to make you sleepy. You started to nod off when suddenly your stomach growled very intensely.
Right, you hadn't eaten since lunch - and it was already 5pm. Jumin still wasn't expected to be home for another three hours, and for some reason ordering something to be made by your personal chef didn't sound very appetizing. You were craving something in particular, but couldn't quite put your finger on it.
After a few minutes of thinking, it hit you.
Ramen! You were craving ramen. Ever since you and Jumin had gotten married and you moved into the penthouse with him around a year ago, you hadn't had the chance to eat some good old-fashioned convenience store ramen. Just thinking about it made you excited, so you immediately decided to get dressed in some of your old clothes and head to the convenience store.
Sporting your trusty gray joggers and a t-shirt, your hair tied up in a messy not, you made your way to the convenience store. No one should recognize you in such a lazy outfit since you always wore the things Jumin picked out for you when you went out in public together.
It was only a couple blocks away, so the walk was actually pretty nice. Getting out after staying inside all day felt very refreshing, and the thought of eating spicy ramen next to Elizabeth with some home-brewed coffee motivated you to walk very briskly. A good workout!
You were in and out of the store pretty quickly, but you decided to get 6 of the ramen bowls to stock up at home for future days like this. Walking home with a bag full of junk-food felt very exciting.
After taking the elevator up to the penthouse, you opened the door to find Jumin sitting on the couch with Elizabeth. He looked absolutely exhausted.
"Jumin? I thought you weren't supposed to be home for a few more hours," you asked as you walked in and placed your grocery bag on the counter. You looked at him, concerned.
"Our business partners postponed the meeting," he explained with a sigh, "and I am actually quite glad that was the case. There was too much to do at work today, I felt like the stack of papers on my desk stayed the same size regardless of how many I signed."
You walked up to him and cupped his face in your hands, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. He looked up at you and couldn't help but smile.
"I think all the tiredness went away instantly," Jumin mused, wrapping his arms around your legs and resting his face against your stomach before continuing, "But where were you? Actually, a better question would be where were you going dressed like that?"
"Hey!" you whined, "Sometimes it's nice to dress comfortably instead of fashionably. I was just making a quick run to the convenience store."
"I was only joking, love. You look beautiful in whatever you wear. But... the convenience store?" Jumin asked incredulously, pulling away from your stomach to look at you again, "What for? We have everything we need here, and if you really were missing something you could have called and gotten it brought to you."
"I wanted spicy ramen!" you replied with confidence.
"Ramen? From the convenience store?" Jumin furrowed his brow, becoming genuinely confused at your statement. "Why not just ask the chef to make you proper spicy ramen with chicken, eggs and vegetables? There is no nutritional value in packaged ramen. In fact, it is very high in sodium and quite bad for you."
You rolled your eyes and pinched his cheek softly before turning back toward the kitchen to boil the water, "What if I don't want to eat healthy today?"
Jumin let out an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs back. He still seemed very tired, but quickly stood from the couch to follow you and watch what you were doing.
"Jumin..?" you said softly, leaning on the counter as you waited for the water to boil.
"Hm..?"
"You've... had ramen before, right?"
"I've had classic Japanese style ramen cooked by one of the greatest chefs in Japan while I was there for a business trip several years ago," he replied confidently, but could immediately tell by the face you were making that that wasn't what you were asking. "No. I've never had ramen from a convenience store, MC."
You couldn't help but giggle. It was times like these, when you would learn the smallest and most insignificant of things about him, that reminded you how very different his background was from yours.
Jumin sighed and looked at you inquisitively, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "I don't really understand why that's funny to you, but as long as it made you smile I am happy that I said it."
You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, "Are you hungry? If you ask nicely, I might share with you."
"I will just order something-" he stopped mid-sentence, his stomach interrupting him with a loud growl, "...well. I will try it, just for you."
The water reached a nice boil, and you took the pot off the stove. Peeling open the lid on the bowl of ramen, you poured the water up to the line and placed chopsticks on top to let it steam.
"Now we have to wait two minutes," you explained with a grin, "then we can eat!"
Jumin moved to sit on one of the stools at the kitchen island while he waited, watching you stare intensely at the bowl with anticipation. You were so damn cute sometimes that he really didn't know what to do with himself, because ooking at you acting like that made him want to squeeze you and not let go.
The two minutes seemed to last forever for you, but for Jumin it felt like no time at all. Everything went so quickly with you, and every moment felt so precious.
You lifted the chopsticks and peeled the lid off before joining Jumin at the island.
Picking up a fairly small bite with your chopsticks, you blew on it gently before holding it up for Jumin to eat. Your other hand was cupped beneath it to make sure that it didn't splash on him. He leaned in and took the bite, sucking the noodles up.
You looked at him expectantly with a wide smile on your face, "Well?"
Jumin was very surprised at how good it tasted considering how lacking in nutrition it was. The noodles were also very spicy, which he had found out and remembered very early on in your relationship that you loved. He understood immediately why it was something that you enjoyed.
"It is very good," he replied, "even if I can already feel the sodium dehydrating my cells."
You reached out a hand and hit his shoulder gently, "Oh, whatever. I'm still happy you like it, even if it's unhealthy."
"The best part isn't the taste," Jumin said quietly, "but instead watching you make it. You were very cute just now. Also, you made food for me. How could I not enjoy a loving meal made by my wife, even if it is just instant noodles?"
You finished the bite that you had taken and smiled, "You're so cheesy, Jumin."
"Only when it comes to you," he stated as you gave him the next bite, "you make me act like this. I can't help it."
You two finished the bowl together, and ended up making another with the remaining hot water. The evening seemed to fly by far too quickly, and before you knew it, it was already getting late.
After washing up, you sat on the bed and waited for Jumin to get out of the shower so that you two could sleep.
It wasn't a very long wait. After a few minutes, Jumin came from the bathroom in his night shirt and messy, towel-dried hair. You turned out the lights and you both got under the blankets facing each other. You smiled as Jumin placed a soft, warm kiss on your lips.
"Will you make me ramen again sometime, princess?" he asked quietly, his voice raspy and tired.
"Of course," you whispered, already drifting into sleep, "I will make you ramen anytime you want... Jumin."
#mysmes#cute#jumin#cheritz#mysme jumin#jumin han#fluff#fanfic#fic#short story#one shot#mystic messenger#mysme
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loved the newest riddle fic, but what about vice versa? picture it, a reader from a, sort of conservative type family, who has never even had a boyfriend before and was raised to be all dainty and domestic, taught to bake and sew and whatever else. Riddle thinks shes just so cute and would love to marry her. and of course breed her up, shes so sweet he just knows she'll be a great mother, and hey, they're both virgins, brought up with the idea that your first time is the biggest thing you can give someone so wouldn't it be so romantic to give it to each other? He wants to be your first and last, and for you to be his. And a few weeks later when she's knitting little things for a baby, he's just so proud
AAAAAAA YES. OTL Riddle with a sweet, demure housewife who loves him more than anything!!! It’s what he deserves. <3 he would be so obsessed with you, adoring the way you’re so kind and gentle, already so motherly and he hasn’t even knocked you up yet. The both of you being shy virgins during your first time, but it’s okay because you’re together and he’ll make sure you feel good. There’s no point in using protection when he’s so determined to breed you full. :)
He admires you as you sit comfortably in your chair and knit things for the baby, your bump already so prominent a few months in. He can’t help but be nervous and eager, having done more than enough research to be prepared by textbook standards. You’re just so pretty and loving,,,, so stunning in your maternity wear!!!! You’re the best wife in the world.
Omg maybe he becomes a wife guy……… Riddle who very happily brags to his coworkers about you, sharing stories of how your cooking is absolutely delicious or how you seem to have such a stunning pregnancy glow. He just can’t be quiet when you’re the subject of conversation. He loves you too much. >w<
Soft, slow pregnancy sex with him……….. orz uuuwaa he spoils you and makes you feel like you’re the only one in the world, which is very true if you’re as obsessed as he is. It’s what you deserve!!!
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halu mera! I just saw a youtube short about beta fishies and apparently they get tired easily bc of their big fins. Imagine beta mer reader always tired ya know? poor bb just taking a lil nap and boom! sleazy tako is suddenly pumping his eggs in em’!?!? poor fishy reader, now she has to carry his babies and since she already has low energy, being pregnant is gonna make it harder to run away!!! anyway just thought of the idea and thought to tell my fav writer! hope you’re doing well!!!💖🫶
Omg omg omg omg waking up to find your belly is rounded with so many eggs and it doesn't even seem like it's half of the entire clutch yet. AAAAAA OTL you're too sleepy to even struggle, so you just let it happen because after some time it starts to feel really good and the pleasure is all you can think about!!!! >_< you'll be cradled in gentle tentacles, each one clinging to you so firmly and securely, and the octo-mer himself is flushed blue and panting, mumbling about how you feel good, just stay still, there are a few left, he promises he's almost done... orz orz orz desperate tako is so cute.
You don't even know who this octo-mer is (he's your stalker hehe), but he's so handsome and your mind is so foggy and all you can think about is the feeling of so many tiny, gelatinous eggs being crammed inside you. :) Azul fucks you so dumb and incoherent, so by the end of it you're clinging to him, begging him to hug you, to hold you tighter, to kiss you (and who is he to ignore such needy demands!!!). Omg and the size difference. Big, strong tako with his little, egg-stuffed betta mer darling... T_T he has to help you swim because you're prone to becoming exhausted so quickly when you're carrying so many eggs. But he protects you from predators and he's very sweet to you, so you cling to him out of convenience and the fact that you're instinctively drawn to him because he's technically your mate now.
You think you might be able to escape after you've given birth to all of the fry, but that won't happen. Azul isn't going to let you go. You're a mother now, so you have to stay and take care of the babies with him. :D he'll marry you so that you really won't be able to escape to some other mer. And if you're still trying to leave him, he'll have to knock you up with more clutches to keep you always tired and forever dependent on him. :)
#twisted chit chat#n/sfw#tw: oviposition#tw: noncon#tw: dubcon#tw: pregnancy#anon thank you for blessing me with this idea <3 i hope you have the most wonderful day and that you are doing well#i will be thinking about this concept for a while now...#azul is so fine GRRRR >:(
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Ok concept Time
(If you think this is too much don’t post this I understand!)
Cw drugging, implied non con, loss of virginity, SCARAMOCHE BEING A JERK
You are one of the Liyue Qixing who oversees all the banks in Liyue. Now that Rex Lapis had stopped minting the coins a new pile of responsibility had fallsed on to your shoulders. What’s frustrating is that the rest of the Qixing doesn’t want to help and you think that is because Ningguang told them not to. You and her butthead enough on passing of laws. (You want a free market while she wants more governmental regulation)
After recieving another “proposal” from Ningguang you are infuriated. To think she has the audacity to order you around? Absurd. When you seek to take a break from work in a little tea shop you found an adorable young man trying to stike up a conversation.
You know he is a Fatui from the emblem on his clothing, but you do not make it that big of a deal. The northland bank abides the rules of Liyue and brings gold to the market. Of course you agree with Ningguang that they should be treated with caution, but you never viewed them as enemies.
Well, you had to admit that it’s good to let your pent up anger out. Everyone in Liyue seems to worship Ningguang as if she is their archon now, hard to find someone who would criticize her these days.
You are careful to not spill too much, just minor things, but then your mind begins to spin and blur, you did not brought your attendants with you.
That look of horror on your face in the morning was worth countless mora to Scaramouche. Carassing your cheeks gently, he whispered his conditions of keeping this under wraps.
Marry him, so the people of Liyue would not know one of their respectable Qixing had lost her virginity to a Fatui Harbinger.
He doesn’t need to tell you what he did. You’re smart enough to figure that out.
To have one who has so much authority over others now to him makes his ego implode in geometric ratio.
(I love Ningguang I just need an opening hhhhhh)
-wonderful anon
WONDERFUL ANON, I DEMAND A COLLABORATION OTL jk jk ...unless? 👀
But whoaaa that is such a great concept! 10/10! The absolute power trip the Harbingers would get out of taking your virginity. Like,, waaahhh! Scaramouche is definitely at the top of the list for ‘jerk who lives for the virginity-claiming power trip.’ And the forced marriage too?! AAAHH WOWOWOW SCARA WOULD SO DO THAT! Please do not hesitate to bless us with more of your galaxy ideas!!!!
Okay, ahem. Let me add my thoughts onto this amazing concept.
cw: nsfw, implied non-con, mentions of forced marriage, yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, implied drug usage
You can’t believe you fell for his false charm. More importantly, you can’t believe you didn’t bring your attendants with you. How could you act so foolishly? Even though you had taken care to divulge only minor details about yourself, such as your name and your preferred flavor of tea, it didn’t mean anything to him. He was content to listen and watch while you talked and sipped at your tea, quietly plotting all sorts of maddening things.
It’s very odd when you wake up in a plush bed with him at your side. All sorts of emotions and feelings crash into your just-barely awake self. You’re confused and worried, fearing for your own safety because you just can’t remember what happened the night prior. Your memory only goes back to the tea shop and Scaramouche with his opulent attire and charming grin. And yet now all forms of clothing have been shed and you’re so exposed. It’s more frightening than it is embarrassing, and when he smirks at your horrified expression it all crashes down on you at once.
The reason you’re so groggy and sore: drugs and sex. Of course. That has to be the only explanation for why you feel so miserable, both inside and out. And you’re absolutely speechless as he lays out the conditions, all confidence and pride, as if he didn’t just take something precious from you. Something that you were hoping to give to an actual lover and not some meddling Fatui scumbag.
“Marry you?” You repeat it without meaning to, but it still stuns you all the same. “You can’t be serious.”
“You heard me once, did you not?” His face is incredibly close to yours and you feel the uncanny need to hide under the covers. You surmise that even the most devout of prayers to Rex Lapis won’t be heard over the terrifying pound of your heart. “You shall be engaged to me and we’ll see to it that this little...secret of ours is kept under wraps. Surely that’s fair?”
“Hardly! You...” Your hands come up to cover your face and you’re caught between the urge to suffocate him in the linens or to cry rivers of tears. “You drugged me! And you... My—“
“Was it that special?”
It was, you want to say, but you refuse to admit it. If you broke down in front of him, it would negate the strength you’re so desperately trying to uphold.
“No... But you can’t just drug someone and then have your way with them! And you can’t force them into marriage either. That’s the definition of insane.”
You feel sick and violated, pinned to a cork board like a deceased butterfly under his serious stare. And then he laughs. His lips turn upward in a sick smile and this man laughs. You’re not amused when you lower your hands to fix him with a glower, hoping he can read through your narrowed eyes and take the hint.
“Well, I did just that,” he finally says after he’s regained his composure, thin fingers grasping your chin. Your skin prickles at his deceitfully soft touch. “I suppose that, by your standards, I would be insane. Is that true?”
You’re too scared to agree and you have no idea what to do now.
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WOW OKAY SO!!! This is such a good concept. I just had to write a small snippet to contribute! I also had an idea concerning Ningguang! Even though the two of you disagree and don’t often get along because of your beliefs, she doesn’t think you’re a bad person. So she’s somewhat concerned when she learns that you don’t return to work after your break, and she becomes alarmed when all of your attendants claim to have no idea as to where you could’ve gone. She might not be your best friend, but you’re still one of the Liyue Qixing. Ningguang can’t just ignore it when someone with such an important role suddenly disappears.
Unfortunately, she has no idea where to start looking and the case of your disappearance is most likely handed off to someone who doesn’t exactly care that much. Either way, you’re still stuck with Scaramouche, who will make sure to limit your freedom, and as time ticks away so does your hope of escaping him. You can already hear the nightmarish chime of a forced wedding ceremony.
As for a beginning to this lovely scenario, perhaps the reader is frustrated because of all of the extra work being piled onto their schedule, and so it begins with them angrily heading out for some much-needed air, as you mentioned in the start of your concept. They decide to relax at a tea shop and that’s where they meet Scarymoose Scaramouche. >:) Perhaps he had some of his underlings stalk them and report back to him with the information, which is how he seems to know of your movements and where to find you.
#chit chat#wonderful anon#yandere genshin impact#yandere genshin impact x reader#yandere scaramouche x reader#yandere scaramouche#scaramouche#I LOVED THINKING ABOUT THIS#WONDERFUL ANON YOU TRULY ARE WONDERFUL#thinking MANY thoughts with this one
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