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[wanderingxiao]

hhhhhhhhhh omg ur works are so good!!!!!11! can i request for scara x reader where scara lets us be dominant plsssss (w penetration) this is my first time requesting sooo- THANK YOU ZEPHYRRRRRRRRRR 🥹🥹🥹🥹🖤🖤🖤

Good Boy~

Scaramouche x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Fem! Dom, Riding, cursing, teasing, mentions of mommy, praising, begging, unprotected sex, and a creampie to finish 💜

A/N: This honestly got so away from me. It’s longer than I had originally intended. But I hope you enjoy it!! 💜

Frantic flurries of hands gripping at clothing blurred in the eyes of the two passionate lovers. Your hands were rushing up his abdomen to rest over his chest, your wrists pushing his clothing up his body. His own hands hastily unzipping your dress from behind, pulling at the spaghetti straps of your dress to push it off your lovely body that always drove his mind into an animalistic frenzy.

“Mmph~ Scara wait-“ He scoffed softly against your lips, pulling his hands away for a moment to rid himself of his clothing, leaving him only in his pressed slacks with a shiny belt shimmering under the dim lighting. “What? Spit it out.” His hands were on you in seconds, exploring your bare skin and tugging at your bra, eager to get it off and let your breasts bounce free into his grabby hands. “I wanna top tonight.” His muscles tensed, his eyes narrowing in surprise and question at your bold request. “Huh?”

His movements had halted and he was staring at you, his face a light pink in embarrassment and arousal. You held a determined look on your face, and you pushed on his chest firmly, pushing him to fall back against the generous cushion of the mattress. “You heard me Scara. I want to top tonight. I want to make you feel good… Please?” He couldn’t deny your begging and how you batted your eyelashes cutely at him, it always made him weak in the knees whenever you pleaded so sweetly. He couldn’t resist.

Your fingertips were like ice on his hot body, trailing lovingly up his abdomen to his pectorals. The firm sight of his toned abdomen came under your sinful gaze, dirtying him with your mind in the best of ways. Goosebumps littered his pale smooth skin, his cock beginning to strain harder against his pants at your heated touch. “You can be a good boy and let mommy make you feel good can’t you?”

Fuck was that one of the hottest things he had ever heard you say. His mommy issues were flaring up, and all he wanted right now was for you to take care of him in the best of ways. His head frantically nodded, his heart beginning to pound against his chest watching a sly smile spread over your soft lips. Your fingers traced back down his body, stopping at his belt before tugging teasingly at the belt that was snuggly buckled around his hips.

“These are in my way, Scara. Can you move them for me baby? Please?” Your voice was like honey. Sickingly sweet and oh so tempting. His body moved to your will, your words sending a rush of excited anticipation coursing through his veins. His slender fingers toyed with the silver buckle of his belt, slipping it through the hole and pulling the leather out of the loops of his pressed slacks. “Awe, such a good boy. Keep going.”

He flung the belt across the room, not even bothering to look where it might have landed. His fingertips unzipped his slacks, shimmying them down his slender tone legs before throwing them to the floor haphazardly to accompany his forgotten belt. His boxers were tight, a generous patch of wetness visible as his flushed tip clung to the dampened fabric of his boxers. It twitched gingerly under your erotic gaze, sending his stomach into a spiral of hot arousal.

“Mmm, look at you baby. Already twitching. You want me that bad?” You cooed softly to your lover, reaching behind yourself to unclasp your lacy bra. The straps slid off your shoulders seductively, the brassiere falling off your arms and being tossed amongst the floor. Scaramouche’s eyes immediately fell to your lovely breasts. He could feel his mouth salivating at the sight. The undeniable curve and jiggle, the erectness of your nipples, he wanted to punch and suck on them so bad. “Nothing to say? You’re making me shy…”

“Tsk!” He clicked his tongue in distaste when you feigned your shyness, his cheeks beginning to flush in embarrassment at the lack of words that refused to come from his lips. Anything he wanted to say died within his throat the moment you revealed more and more of your body to him. “Just… c-c’mon. I’m gettin’ impatient here.” His eyebrows knit together, his lip getting caught between his teeth watching your expression morph into one of mischief. “So demanding… not even a please? How rude. You don’t wanna be bad do you?”

“N-No… P… Please just fuck me… mommy….” A sly grin spread over your lips, loving the sound of your oh so dominant lover’s shaky voice pleading for you to fuck him like he wants. “See? Not too hard yeah?” He watched with bated breath as your fingers hooked around the edges of your panties, pulling them down just enough for him to see a lewd string of your dripping arousal attached to your panties and your slick inviting cunt. His cock twitched in his boxers, pre-cum pearling from the angry tip.

He swallowed hard when he saw the sinful string snap, his mouth drooping open slowly as slow and heavy breaths heaved against chest. Once your panties were discarded his boxers were tugged down, letting his hardened length smack against his toned abdomen. He could feel your body heat above him, practically radiating a scorching feeling of overwhelming lust and affection. The wetness of your folds rubbed over his sensitive tip, pulling a deep moan from his chest at the feeling.

“Beg me… to fuck you baby~ be a good boy and fucking beg.” Scaramouche bit his lip harder, his eyes focused on the way his tip slid between your folds and brushed so lovingly at your clit. His cock twitched against your pussy, eager to feel the warm tightness of your cunt around him. He let out a shaky breath, finally coming to make eye contact with you as you hovered over him teasingly. “P… Please… fuck me…”

“What was that? I can’t hear you baby, speak up.” Your sly grin drove him crazy. If he knew you would be this hot when topping him he would’ve let you do this a long time ago. His cheeks flushed darker, a sharp glare sparking within his indigo eyes. “Please just fuck me already damnit! F-Fuck I want it so bad… I fucking need it. Please, please mommy, please take my cock in your pretty pussy… Want to… cum inside you and fill you up. Please, just fu- Ngh!!”

Hearing his sexy begging was too much, and you sunk onto him immediately, taking all of his thick girth at once. You both moaned in unison, the generous throb of his cock making your knees grow weak beside his hips. His hands hastily came to rest against your thighs, squeezing the plush flesh between his fingers for support. Your hips rocked back and forth against him, puffy clit grinding against his pelvis sending sparks of electric pleasure through your nerves.

“A-Ahh, Scara, so deep baby… ngh… good boy~” With steady movements, you rested your hands against his abdomen, supporting yourself while you rode his cock. Scarsmouche turned into a moaning and whining mess. God did it feel good to be dominated for once. He hated the idea of being submissive, he needed to have control of his life. Something in his past or something. But right now, letting you take care of him like this, was the best feeling in the world. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Y-Yes mommy… yes… hah!”

“Hah, someone’s feeling- Mmhh!- good huh?” Scaramouche nodded his head, his eyes coming to close as he solely focused on the way your pussy engulfed his cock so perfectly. The lovely curves of your cunt, the warmth, the sounds, the pure bliss of how it practically sucked him in. His hips bucked against yours, the hands on your thighs coming to push you back down. “Mmh! S-So needy, Scara~ C-Can’t even keep -hmm!- y-your hands to yourself!”

“Sh-Shut up! Hah, keep going…!” You grabbed onto his arms, pushing yourself harder to ride him faster. His eyes peeked open slowly, relishing the way your breasts bounced freely as you rode him. His gaze then cast down to the clear and slick sheen that coated his cock from your juices. He watched with bated breath as your pussy took his cock over and over again, appearing and disappearing again and again.

“Y-Yeah, k-keep fucking me… just l-like that, ngh! Keep going, please mommy! Fuuuuck!” He couldn’t help but keep watching, his hips involuntarily continuing to jerk relentlessly up into your bounces. The sloshing sounds of your sexes meeting filled the room, accompanied by the wet smack of his thighs against your ass and both your sinful moans. “Mhm! Yes! Yes, yes, yes, h-hah! Gonna cum… P-Please make me cum mommy!”

“Me too… Mmph!” Scaramouche pulled his arms away from you, pushing himself up to wrap his arms around you tightly. His face buried into your neck, inhaling your scent. You were all around him, clogging his senses and overwhelming his nerves. “Scara! Scara, ahh! C’mon baby… c-cum inside me! Be a good boy a-and fill me up! C’mon! Cum, cum, cu- ngh!”

“Fuck! Mommy!” His hands frantically flew to your hips, forcing your body up and down faster, using your body to reach his high. You could feel his chest pressing against yours, your boobs bouncing against his hard chest and smacking against his skin. His muscles and balls tightened, his cock beginning to throb and twitch inside you. It wasn’t long until he shoved you down harshly, finally ribboning his generous seed into your deepest crevices.

“Scara~! Hah!” Your abdomen was warm and tight, your own body glistening in sweat as you pressed against your lover. You could feel your combined fluids beginning to dribble out of your pussy, becoming flooded with his cum and the gush of your cream around the base of his length. “Hah… g-good boy.” Your praise sent his mind spiraling to the point where he was beginng to be dizzy. From the overstimulation of your cunt squeezing him so tightly or the mind numbing way you praised him.

“C-can we go again?” He looked up at you, his eyebrows creased upwards and a pleading look in his fucked out indigo eyes. Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t expected him to enjoy the praise and dominance so much. His hard exterior crumbled within seconds of your pleasure. Your lips curled into a grin, leaning in to kiss his lip softly. If he was going to be submissive for one night, might as well give him his full before his walls began to rebuild.

“Of course~ anything for my good boy.”

Got carried away with this… working on more requests! Thanks for your patience! ;) 💜

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[khujoor]

NEW & EDITED. SAY YOU'RE MINE. / CHAPTERS 1-2

wc: 2.7k+

whole plot synopsis: a loveless marriage slowly gains some unwanted feelings in the middle.

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"I hope you can understand my current commitment," Childe stated calmly, taking a sip of his coffee. He settled into his seat with an air of confidence that seemed to assert his authority over the place. With little interest in indulging in idle conversation, he added, "For all I care, you may have another romantic interest, but kindly refrain from interfering in my affairs."

His nonchalant words irked you, but you recognized that he meant no harm. "I understand," you curtly replied. "Perhaps we should limit our interactions to work-related matters? It would be wise to exercise caution, given the media's tendency to scrutinize any associations."

Just as your phone rang, you hastily excused yourself and exited the room, leaving Childe to ponder his thoughts. Despite knowing each other for a while, you'd never truly engaged in conversation. You had always seemed distant, exuding an air of superiority that both intrigued and intimidated him.

However, Childe's mind soon drifted to Lumine, his true love. She possessed all the qualities he desired in a partner – strength, intelligence, and striking beauty. Unlike others, she harbored no interest in his wealth or status; she simply wanted him. She was perfection.

Amidst his contemplation, Childe realized he knew very little about you. While your demeanor had always impressed him, he couldn't claim to know much beyond that. Since childhood, he had never made an effort to engage with you, assuming you'd dismiss him.

"My apologies, shall we continue?" You softly smiled, taking your seat across from him. "We'll need to convey deep affection for each other, even if we don't genuinely feel it. Those close to us may be aware of our situation, but the public shouldn't be."

Growing restless, Childe absentmindedly swirled his coffee cup. Pretending to be in love was uncomfortable for him, but he understood the necessity to safeguard both your reputations. He couldn't afford more negative publicity, especially with upcoming business deals.

"I understand," Childe reluctantly agreed, meeting your gaze with a hint of reluctance. "I'll do what's required, though it's not something I'm at ease with or particularly fond of."

You nodded, your eyes locking in mutual understanding. Both of you knew the task at hand, even if it wasn't your preferred course of action.

Neither of you desired this marriage. While Childe longed to marry Lumine, the choice of you over her puzzled him. Why were you considered the ideal partner, and not her?

"The engagement announcement party is tonight, so I trust you'll know how to play your part," you stated as you rose from your seat, heading towards your office.

The engagement announcement party loomed on the horizon, a grand event that would alter both your lives significantly. As you left your conversation with Childe and headed toward your office, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled within you. The weight of your impending engagement hung heavy on your shoulders, and you knew that the party would only intensify the scrutiny and expectations.

As the evening approached, you donned a stunning gown that had been specially selected for the occasion. The dress was exquisite, fitting the role of the radiant bride-to-be perfectly. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and it was as if you were seeing a stranger. The reflection staring back at you was the embodiment of the role you were about to play, a role that had been thrust upon you without your consent.

With a heavy heart, you descended the grand staircase of your family's mansion, where the party was set to take place. The ballroom was adorned with opulent decorations, a testament to your family's status and wealth. Guests, dressed in their finest attire, mingled and sipped on champagne, awaiting the grand announcement.

You spotted Childe across the room, resplendent in a tailored suit, and you couldn't help but admire the composure he maintained despite the brewing storm of emotions within both of you. As you approached him, he turned to acknowledge your presence with a polite smile.

The elegant ballroom buzzed with anticipation as the company dinner began. You stood by your father's side, your heart fluttering with nervousness. You knew what was about to unfold, and it filled you with unease. Your father, a prominent figure in the business world, had a habit of making significant announcements at these events, and tonight was no exception.

As the guests chatted and savored their meals, your father cleared his throat, commanding the room's attention. He wore a warm smile, seemingly proud of the announcement he was about to make.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "I have some wonderful news to share with all of you tonight." The room fell into an expectant hush. "My daughter, Y/N, has found a partner who perfectly complements her."

A soft gasp rippled through the crowd, and all eyes turned to you, "And it is with great pleasure that I announce her engagement to the esteemed Childe Tartaglia," your father continued, gesturing toward Childe, who sat at a nearby table, wearing an impassive expression.

Surprised murmurs filled the room. Childe, known for his daring business ventures and adventurous spirit, wasn't the conventional choice for someone as poised and reserved as you. Attendees exchanged puzzled glances, uncertain of how to react to this unexpected revelation.

Your best friend, seated at the same table, leaned closer and whispered, "Are you sure about this, Y/N?"

You mustered a small smile. "I... I'm still figuring it out myself," you replied, not entirely dishonest.

As people discussed the engagement among themselves, some raised eyebrows, expressing doubts about the compatibility of the couple. Others found the idea of such an unexpected union intriguing.

Childe, however, remained composed, sipping his wine as if the attention didn't faze him. But those who knew him well detected a trace of unease in his eyes.

Amidst the ongoing chatter, your father raised his glass, prompting everyone to follow suit. "To the happiness of my daughter and Childe, may their love and partnership thrive in the years to come!"

The toast received polite applause, but uncertainty lingered in the air. Your mind was filled with conflicting emotions.

Throughout the evening, you put on a brave face, engaging in small talk with the guests. But your thoughts were consumed by doubts and questions about your future.

As the night drew to a close, Childe approached you with a gentle smile. "You've handled tonight admirably," he remarked, seemingly unperturbed by the skepticism around you.

"Thank you," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty. You noticed him glancing at his watch, a worried expression crossing his face. "Is something wrong?"

"I have to leave," Childe said, his voice tinged with regret.

You nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. Despite his wealth and status, Childe didn't appear entirely content with his life. And neither did you, for that matter. But for now, you had to put on a brave face and navigate the situation.

"I understand. Take care, Childe," you said, watching him disappear into the crowd. As he departed, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for both of you. Could you ever genuinely find happiness together, or was this all a facade for the sake of reputation and business interests?

Only time would reveal the truth. For now, you had a role to play, and you intended to play it well. Straightening your posture, you put on your most charming smile, bidding the departing guests farewell. It would be a long night, but you were determined to see it through.

As the guests gradually departed, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. The night had been tiresome, but you had managed to maintain appearances. All you wanted was to go home and unwind.

As you headed towards the exit, a hand grasped your arm. Turning around, you saw your father, his expression filled with conflict.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he whispered, barely audible. "I know this isn't what you wanted, but it's necessary. For the sake of our families."

You gazed into his eyes, searching for sincerity. He appeared genuine, but his words deepened your unease. "I understand, Father," you replied softly. "But I can't help but feel that this isn't what I want. I don't want to be forced into a marriage for the sake of business and reputation."

He sighed, his expression softening. "I know, Y/N. I wish there were another way, but we must consider the bigger picture. Our families have much at stake, and we can't let it all crumble."

You nodded, recognizing the gravity of the situation. But that still didn't change the fact that you were being thrust into a marriage with someone you barely knew, let alone loved. It felt like a recipe for disaster.

"I'll do my best to make it work," you said, your voice tinged with resignation. "But I can't make any promises."

Your father reached out to hold your hand, squeezing it gently. "I know it's not ideal, Y/N. But I have faith in you. You're a strong and capable woman. Who knows? Perhaps love will blossom between you two."

You forced a small smile and nodded, even though the idea seemed implausible. Love was an emotion that couldn't be forced or manufactured. It either existed or it didn't.

Furthermore, you couldn't help but wonder about Childe's feelings in all of this. What were his thoughts on this arrangement? Did he have someone else he loved, just as you did?

As you both parted ways, your father with a heavy heart and you with a sense of impending uncertainty, you couldn't help but reflect on the path that had led you here.

chapter two.

"Play with me!" You pleaded, tugging at the ginger's arm with all the earnestness a child could muster, while your light brown teddy bear dangled from your other hand.

"Get away from me!" Childe grumbled, his frustration evident as he struggled to free his sleeve from your relentless grip.

"What's the matter?" Someone inquired, approaching the two of you. It might have been a butler from Childe's family; their voice exuded a calm, soothing contrast to the high-pitched cacophony that surrounded you both.

"They won't leave me alone!" Childe lamented, half-dragging you along with him towards the newcomer.

Childe sighed as he gazed at the plain wall ahead, wondering if your clinginess had subsided at all. You had only met once before, yet you clung to him desperately, as though afraid of being left alone.

You had always struggled with attachment issues. Your mother had abandoned you at a young age, promising to return but never fulfilling that pledge.

But Childe was unaware of your past.

"Childe," you spoke, pulling him back from his reverie. "You have to tell me if this looks good."

You both clearly lacked any affection for one another, yet you were engaged. But wasn't love something reserved for those who chose to marry? Whatever you had with Childe seemed destined to be devoid of love.

He glanced at you, unable to deny that the dress suited you perfectly.

"It's fine."

"You have to be more specific," you muttered, your frustration evident. "You need to pick a suit that complements my dress, so your opinion matters too."

You had grown up with the maids in your home regaling you with stories of weddings. You had envisioned your own day with sparkling eyes, eager to marry, to be surrounded by friends, to wear a dress that would hold cherished memories for years and potentially be passed down to your future children.

Yet, this dress held no such significance for you.

It would only serve as a reminder of the day you married him.

Perhaps Childe felt similarly? You had no way of knowing.

"It looks fine; just choose what suits you."

As the tension between you and Childe continued to mount, a employee approached, concern etched on their face. "Is everything all right, you two? Weddings should be joyful occasions."

You exchanged a quick glance with Childe before replying, "Everything's just fine, thank you. Just a minor disagreement about wedding attire."

Childe nodded in agreement, and while the engagement had been anything but a fairy tale, both of you knew that putting on a facade of happiness was the only way to appear as if you cared. 

"Whatever," you sighed, feeling a hint of frustration. You gently pressed your finger against your temple to ease the growing headache. "It seems like I misjudged your ability to help me choose a suitable dress. Have you made a decision about your suit yet or are you still undecided?"

Childe glanced up from his phone, choosing his words carefully. He took a few steps forward and studied you closely. "(Y/N), are you undressing in front of me right now?" he asked hesitantly, disgust creeping into his voice.

"Oh, please," you scoffed lightly, shaking your head. "I have more self-respect than that; I would never do something so demeaning just for someone else's sake, especially not for you." You gracefully slipped out of the dress, revealing a nude-colored leotard underneath. Carefully, you placed the dress aside and began walking around the room.

Childe followed your movements with his gaze, his eyes studying every part of your body. You couldn't help but notice his indiscreet perusal and inwardly smirked at his sudden change in demeanor, from dismissive to almost predatory. Perhaps it would be wise to keep your distance from Childe after this encounter.

"You can find your suit across the street. They're known for their quality," you said, matter-of-factly.

"Are you sending me off alone?" he asked, a hint of amusement lacing his voice.

"Of course I am. Clearly, you have no interest. Maybe you'll find a new companion for yourself," you replied nonchalantly.

Childe raised an eyebrow at your words, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips. "And what makes you think I'm interested in companions?" he asked, stepping closer to you. His presence sent a shiver down your spine, partly from the chilly air conditioning and partly from the sudden proximity.

You turned to face him, your eyes locking with his. "Oh, I don't know," you said slowly, tracing a finger down his chest. "Perhaps because you already have feelings for someone who isn't the woman you're going to marry?" You whispered in his ear, curious to elicit a reaction.

Childe's eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his face before being replaced by a sly grin. "Oh, so you've been paying attention to me, have you?" he teased, his hands resting on your hips as he drew you closer.

Your heart raced in your chest as you looked up at him, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "You mentioned it when we first met that day," you reminded him.

"Hmm?" he hummed playfully.

"You seemed uninterested in me at the time," you said, recalling the memory.

"I did, didn't I?" he agreed with a playful grin.

Childe's breath hitched, his eyes narrowing slightly. He leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. "And what makes you think I love anyone?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

"Don't underestimate me," you replied, your own voice lowering to a sultry tone. "I can see it in your eyes, the way you speak about her. It's obvious."

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "Well, you're quite perceptive, aren't you?" he murmured. "But who's to say I can't love more than one person?"

"I am a powerful woman, Childe. I can easily discover who this woman is and reach out to her as soon as I do," you spoke with a hint of determination, as if holding a dagger to his throat.

"And if she doesn't believe you?" he questioned.

"Fine," you paused, taking a deep breath. "She might not believe me, she might even think I'm jealous. But I always get what I want, Childe."

You didn't care about Childe's opinion of you. Whether he saw you as a spoiled brat or an attention seeker was inconsequential.

"Alright," he responded calmly, creating some space between the two of you. "I'll go."

"Great," you said, maintaining your composed demeanor.

You sighed out of relief as you watched him walk away, thankful he was finally gone. 

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high-school sweethearts|yandere! ajax x reader

summary: ajax, an exchange student, was your friend in high-school, who dreamed of taking you back home to snezhnaya with him <3

content warning: mentions of murder, abduction????

your body met the ground with an unexpected thud.

"I fell again," you mumbled, your palms scraped from you trying to not hit the ground, just as you were trying to stand up, a pair of hands helped you up.

"heh, I saw you fall," ajax snickered, before backing away slightly, as you began to examine your body for any more injuries.

"I can't do this anymore," you said, your voice shaky as you look down to your bloody knee, "don't give up so soon, (y/n), you've barely even begun."

ajax kneeled in front of you, his hand taking hold of your ankle as he leaned towards your wound, at first you were unsure if what he was doing and then, he licked it.

his tongue ran across the wound slowly and you winced, placing a hand at the top of his head, prepared to push him away, "stop that... it's weird," you grumbled as you pushed him away.

"(y/n), dont you know that spit heals wounds faster?" ajax gave you a faint smile as he stood up, his tongue running across his bottom lip.

"I know... just don't do it again," you looked at your palm as ajax went to grab the skateboard you fell off of, "alright! how bout' we go get something to eat?"

you paused to think about it, glancing up to see the sky was darkening and you were supposed to be home before it was dark, "I don't know..."

"aw, come on, (y/n), I'll make it quick... it's just that I'm starving, I don't th-"

"okay... we have to be quick about it though... my parents will be upset if I'm not home soon," you shuffled towards ajax, the wound in your knee throbbed in pain.

"come on! we don't have all night~" ajax took your hand into his and began leading you to the nearest convenience store, his thumb massaging your hand all the way until you entered the building.

even after the two of you entered, ajax wouldn't let go, his hold on you tightened, you grumbled as you tugged your hand back, just for him to hold your hand tighter.

"hmm... how bout' you get first picks?" ajax smiled, releasing your hand and watching you roam up and down the aisles, he needed to know what you liked eating, so he could get as much of it as possible before bringing you to snezhnaya wi-

"I'm tired... and not really hungry," you leaned on the wall, you knee slightly bent as you waited for ajax to pick his food.

"(y/n)," he whined as he approached you, "you've gotta eat... even if you are tired, I can't have you collapsing on me at school."

you shifted to the side, towards a bag of chips and reached out to take them, "you have to buy them for me," your lips twitched into a slight smile as ajax nodded in agreement.

you grabbed the bag of chips and ajax took note of the name of the chips. he followed after you, watching as you pulled the hood of your jacket over your head.

ajax took a short stride towards you and grabbed your arm, "I'll buy anything you want... don't steal anything," he hissed before releasing your arm, watching as you lowered your head.

ajax then picked his food and the two of you reached the register and payed for the chips and left. the two of you walked down the sidewalk, towards your house where he'd drop you off.

ajax wrapped an arm around you and you stilled, narrowing your eyes at him as you pushed away from him.

you never really liked public affection- you never really liked affection at all. it made ajax wonder about you, why don't you like affection?

it was completely dark out by the time you made it home, you thanked ajax before going in and calling it a day.

...

"stop coming here so early," you grumbled, your eyes barely open as you walked out the front door. "we gotta get to school early-" ajax began but you cut him off, asking, "why?"

"so we can catch up before class, of course," ajax said in a matter-of-fact tone and you said nothing in reply as the two of you began walking to school.

you weren't aware but... ajax had been staring at you throughout the whole walk, with hearts in his eyes.

once the two of you got to school, you went to class and sat down together in the back... but somthing was off.

"can I copy your homework?" you asked and ajax nodded as he pulled his homework from his bag and set it in front of you. you took it and copied it, being sure to add small mistakes to make it seem like your own work.

somthing was wrong...

you put your pencil down and looked over at ajax, who was staring blankly at you, "do you have... candy or somthing, I'm hungry," you asked and ajax nodded, slowly, almost suspiciously,

"what? you didn't eat breakfast or somthing?" he asked as he pulled a bag of chips- your favorite chips, out of his bag and passed them off to you. he made sure to bring you somthing to munch on during the day, so you had a reason to come to him.

you mumbled a weak, "thank you," before you began eating the chips. the classroom was almost empty. you and ajax came to school earlier than most students, so, of course, it was almost empty,

even then, something felt wrong...

you paused and looked up at ajax, pulling your hand out of the chip bag, a confused look on your face, and ajax smiled, as he wrapped his hand around your wrist and licked the chip dust off of your hand.

"hey, stop that!" you shivered in disgust as he pulled away, wiping your hands off, onto his pants before asking, "do we have an exam this week?"

childe nodded. his face flushed, as he stared down at his thigh- his thigh that you touched. he felt his body become warm, as his blood flow increased.

you felt yourself calm down, that's it? you had gotten all paranoid about a forgotten exam?

"did you take notes or something" you asked as you dragged another chip from the bag, and he nodded as he beg to take out his notes for you.

he sat his notes in front of you and watched intently as you flipped through the pages of his notebook, he couldn't wait to take you home with hi-

"stop lookin' at me like that... it's weird," you said, your eyes narrowed at ajax as his eyes widened, and he looked away, "heh, i must still be tired... didn't even notice I was staring at you," ajax laughed, nervously, hoping he wasn't making any odd face at you.

students began to come into class and ajax sighed, glancing over to you, to see you looking at him, "you said a while ago... you're going back to snezhnaya next month?"

"oh, yeah," and you'll be coming with me, "ill miss you, that's for sure," ajax made a kissy face at you, and you frowned at him.

"stop being so weird..." you said, before passing him his notebook, "... I'll miss you, too."

he felt his heart throb inside his chest, his blood flow increased and his face turn red. how could he possibly respond to that? you'll miss him? that clearly means you care about him... "I'll be back." he excused himself to the bathroom, to calm himself down.

...

no, somthing is wrong. somthing is truly wrong. somthing is very wrong.

somthing is wrong.

Jackson, one of your classmates, was found dead in the boys' bathroom.

and ajax was the murder.

you were sure of it and your heart felt tight. you had been avoiding him since Jackson's body was found.

you remember, during lunchtime, you were going to the bathroom and saw ajax walking out of the boys' bathroom... Jackson's body was found only five mintues after ajax left the bathroom.

... it couldn't possibly be a coincidence.

not to mention all those filthy comments ajax made about Jackson when finding out he'd been picking on you, "ill kill you, do you want me to?" "he won't dare get away with making fun of you."

it had to be ajax.

who else could it have been?

this was wrong...

you bit your lip, hard, as ajax approached you and stood beside you, standing extra close to you, all the students were told to stay in the auditorium until everything had been dealt with.

"what'd you have for lunch?" he asked. how could he? a student had just been murdered and he was asking about lunch.

"nothing."

"huh? why not?" he asked, as he began to unzip his beg, preparing to give you some chips to fill your stomach.

because I felt sick when realizing that you killed Jackson. "y'know... because someone just died, I don't fee-"

"ah, don't give me that, here," he handed you a bag of chips, "eat these."

you held the chips in your hand... what to do... who to tell... what to do...

your heart was beating fast and you felt sick to your stomach. you handed the chips back to ajax, "hm? you don't want em'? why not?" ajax questioned as he put them back into his bag.

... ah.

you know. you must know about what he did. well, there's no hiding it now. ajax grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd of students, ignoring your fussing.

the two of you made it to an empty hallway, but it didn't stop there, he took you past the hallways and led you out of the school, "whew, I think all the sadness in that auditorium was rubbin' off on you," he joked with a small chuckle.

you were stiff, as you stared at him.

"anyway, we're leaving," ajax pointed at the car in the parking lot, "that's our ride."

you shook your head, "no... I'm not going," you were scared of him, your best friend. "huh? what do you mean... you're not going?" ajax frowned, as he glanced back to the car that was coming close to him.

you were silent, as you took, small, unnoticed steps away from him. "hey, where do you think you're going?" ajax grabbed you after you had stepped noticeably far away from him, "come on," he said as he opened the car door and got in, and gently tugged you in.

you tried to pull away from him, but with one forceful tug, you were in the car and the door had closed.

the car had begun moving.

"no! I said I don't want to leave," you grabbed ajax's face and squeezed it, "I said I didn't want to leave."

ajax smiled, hard, as you squeezed his face, "I couldn't help myself any longer," he admitted, "I've thought about... taking you home with me for a long, long time now, (y/n)."

you stiffened and your eyes widened, "what?! I'm not going anywhere with you! whats wrong with you?!," you then tried to open the car door but instead you were hit with somthing which caused you to go limp.

...

you woke up to a cold breeze brushing past your cheek and a cold hand holding yours, "hey... hope you're not mad at me... sorry about hitting you so hard," you heard ajax speaking to you, his hand squeezing yours, he sighed, "really, I didn't mean to hit you so hard... i didn't even mean to hit you at all... it's, like, my hand just raised and hit you on its own."

your eyes opened to see that you were on a... ship!?

you tried to sit up and pull away but ajax was sitting beside you with his legs in your lap, "calm down.. I won't hurt you... i- I guess I was a little abrupt with things, huh? sorry about that... but I'm too far in to back out now," ajax said, as he let go of your hand and grazed your cheek, slowly.

"w-what? where are we goi- oh..." you realized what was happening and where you were going. you were going to snezhnaya with your murder of a best friend.

ajax moved his legs from over your lap and pressed his cheek against yours, "we're going home, together. my family's gonna love you, (y/n)."

[ariicandy]

Crush on my best friend !?

About ; how modern!xiao, lyney, && scara got you to get a little crush on them (∩˃o˂∩)♡

A/n ; trying to write more on anemo boys!! && to get back on different style format, possibly writing a pt.2 on the boys side

It’s a well-known fact xiao was quite handsome && beautiful. It’s no surprised if you have fallen for him too. Everyone usually sees his cold demeanor, you get the soft spot within him. You have known xiao since elementary when he got lost being transferred to a different school, you helped him find his class and he thanked you at recess, it escalated to now being in high school together at hip! Even tho you both have completely different personalities, like one stays up super late/whenever they want while the other sleeps on a distinct time for a good rest. Now what will u do having to hide your crush on xiao?? It will quite difficult with all the other girls having a crush on him too and love/confession letters few times every week, trying to act normal will now need to be a new skill for you cause xiao will know by your tone of voice && body language. Keeping this crush a secret is hard between you both because you rarely hide anything from each other, you both tell everything about anything. Ohh, if only you knew his secret crush on you he always had since he first met you from that very moment he helped him ♥︎♥︎

Ohh how could you not fall for the charming lyney. I guess you can say his most well done trick is stealing your heart away. Lyney is a very sweet guy && person to talk to. You happen to become friends during middle school when you shared the same class with either lynette or freminet and wanted to get to know them more. When you happen to see them talking to someone you were unknown of, to which they introduced you to their brother lyney. Now you guys are in high school and have developed a crush on him. You have developed a close friendship with both lynette and freminet, the only difficulty part is now you have to avoid your heart racing when they bring up lyney or see him walking to you guys’ direction. All 3 of them can easily notice the small things out of you, looks like having to relax near him will need to be your new magic to not get noticed. Don’t be surprised when lynette or freminet talks to you privately about you acting strangely towards their brother lyney, did they already find out!? Better hope on the archons they have not yet otherwise you will be doomed. Maybe him wanting to talk to you all the time with being with you all the time has the same meaning of him liking you, yet, you don’t recognize it completely while his siblings are practically begging for you to cause they are tired of their dear brother talking about you all the damn time.

Oh just how did you fall for this man scaramouche ?? It could not possibly be because of this bratty personality, Orr you actually do see another side of him no one sees minus miss nahida. You are one of the closest person to him, helping him during his lowest point in life. You both met elementary during recess when he was lonely sitting alone, feeling bad you walked up to him and started talking to him. You brighten his day and forever changed him into being now friends at the same high school. Girls would always come ad try to tak to him and even confess to him, && his response is a mean cold scowl with a “leave me alone i don’t even know you.” Tho you are used to it seeing girls try their best but get ultimately rejected, it stings you girls confessing to him. Ridiculous is it not? Better hope scara did not see your facial expression change the slightest bit and tease you about it. You will now have to try your best on the amount of blush your face will show when he teases you otherwise you’ll be red as cherries! Ohh, maybe the reason he is rejecting every girl is cause he has his eyes for you!! I wonder how long this will last without losing one another’s mind♥︎♥︎

[lully01746]

cute cynonari sketch for the 100 followers... Thank you so much 🤍

[sl-vega]

✧Sticking to the Script✧-12

⋆｡°✩ 12-juliet's found a new romeo

a/n: this takes place a week after chapter 11, after school hours

"1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3."

Eula was counting out the beats as you tried to keep up. She was put in charge of choreography for the production. Albeit, she only had one scene to work with. That might have been for the best though, because a simple waltz scene felt like military training with her in charge.

She didn't hesitate to yell or shout. Several freshmen in the ensemble ran out of the room crying because of Eula. No wonder everyone hates her, you thought, but you kept to yourself. There was no way you were risking her wrath.

Lyney was your dance partner. His right hand rested on your waist, while his left was intertwined with your own. He was keeping up with Eula's instructions. You on the other hand, were doing the exact opposite.

You had stepped on his feet more times than you could count. Which resulted in numerous bruises, not to mention how you were completely off beat.

Eula opened her mouth, preparing to scold you for the hundredth time. You winced in anticipation.

"Everyone take five!"

Furina called out. Then she beckoned for Eula to talk to her. Eula set some papers down and muttered something about how incompetent everyone was before making her way to Furina. She gave you a glare, clearly indicating that you should still practice, thankfully Chiori had grabbed her attention before Eula could say anything else.

You and the ensemble took a collective sigh of relief together. Everyone went on a water break together. You and Lyney let go of each other and made your way to sit on the edge of the stage.

"Sorry about that Lyney." you muttered. "You're gonna be the death of me, (Y/N)." he said, chuckling. You playfully punched his shoulder, as he feigned pain.

"Oh, how you wound me!" he exclaimed pressing the back of his hand to his forehead for dramatic effect. You rolled your eyes as you took a sip out of your water bottle. "Yet you love me regardless."

"That was my first mistake." he replied, which earned him another punch from you. You caught him glancing at your hand, before you could ask him why, he grabbed your wrist. "You're still wearing that ring? Aren't you afraid of losing something so expensive?" he asked.

You pulled your hand away, fidgeting with the piece of jewelry that Xingqiu gave you. "Honestly, I'd feel kinda bad if I didn't wear it." you muttered as you watched Xingqiu laugh with his friend about something.

You smiled watching them fool around together. Part of you was kinda jealous.

I wish I could make you laugh like that

"Archons, you're down so bad." Lyney teased, smirking as you turned red. "Shut up." you whispered swatting his shoulder. You went back to observing the crew + some of the volunteers.

Xingqiu and his friend were transporting some boxes over to the stage. You subconsciously fixed your hair and smoothed out your clothes as he neared you and Lyney.

Xingqiu waved and you returned the gesture. "You do know you can just talk to him right?" you heard Lyney ask. You were about to do just that, but Eula had returned from her meeting with Furina and Chiori.

"Places!" she snapped her fingers as everyone scrambled into their positions, but your mind was preoccupied with other thoughts.

I wish I could just talk to him

Hours later, you still couldn't grasp the routine. Sure, you had gotten better, but not to the point where Lyney's feet didn't suffer anymore. But there was always tomorrow, rehearsal would be over soon anyway.

Eula rubbed her temples as she glanced at her phone, checking the time. "That's a wrap everyone! Thank you for coming." you heard Furina announce as she started packing up.

Fischl and Lyney started gathering their things. "You guys can leave without me, I just need to sort out some things." you told them. Fischl looked at you, then at Xingqiu, she mouthed an "Oh" before dragging Lyney away and whispering something to him.

You waved goodbye before approaching Xingqiu who had just done the same for his friend.

"Hey."

"Hi."

The two of you had exchanged a proper greeting for the first time today, it had been a while since the two of you got some one-on-one time alone. "Did you need something?" he asked.

No, I just want to spend time with you, I don't care what we do, I just want you

Is what you would've said, but that would've been to forward. The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds, though it felt like an eternity. You had to think of an excuse so he would stay.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to dance would you?"

Xingqiu looked surprised, then he took your hand and led you to the stage.

"As a matter of fact, I do."

He led you up the steps, his stand still intertwined with yours. The two of you made your way to the center of the stage. His right hand rested on your waist, and his left still held your hand.

He pulled you closer, your chests pressing against one another, you hoped he didn't feel your wild heartbeat. "Um, this is okay with you, right?" he asked, due to your close proximity you could see his cheeks dusted with pink..

You nodded, attempting to maintain eye contact with him.

"Just follow my lead then." he told you.

You counted the beats in your head, but you soon found out that you didn't need to. With Xingqiu, it just came naturally.

You found yourself focusing more on him rather than the actual routine. You noticed how pretty his resting face was, and the golden sheen in his eyes.

Your faces were getting close, dangerously close. You could feel his breath against your lips. The two of you continued dancing, you swayed along with him.

Your foreheads were resting against each other, and the two of you continued to hold eye contact.

"Xingqiu..."

He was leaning in, whether this was something he wanted, or this was just him being in the moment, was something you couldn't determine. You weren't even sure whether you wanted it either.

"Excuse me!"

You heard a voice yell, it was Furina. "Sorry to interrupt but some people are renting the auditorium so you guys need to get out now." she explained before leaving again.

You pulled away from Xingqiu, and he heard him mutter an apology as his face flushed. You went to pick up your bag that rested by the stage.

"I'll see you tommorow, yeah?"

He nodded going to get his things from the seats in the front row.

As you walked towards the exit you felt your stomach doing somersaults. You recalled your thoughts from earlier.

I just want you

You put your hand on your cheek as you felt your face heat up. You turned around to watch Xingqiu pack up his things.

Archons, I'm down bad

additional notes:

-i'm so sorry for not uploading yesterday guys T-T

-i swear i'm trying my hardest

-cockblock furina cuz why not

-not even half way through and these two children have fallen so hard for each other

-young love yk

-very proud of this chapter

-i'll try to get a double update in today

-very excited for chapter 13

-check the title and you'll find out why

-ty again for all the love <3

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✧Sticking to the Script✧

Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

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[aestherin]

NOTES -> thank you for the sweet birthday wishes aaaa ily all 🤍 !! -> i cant update yet sadly BUT -> take this random privacy brainrot that has been sitting in my drafts for ages HAHAHA

hc that ayato sends selfies and mirror selfies of himself to [name] everyday whenever he's away

his outfit for a shoot? mirror selfie sent.

he likes his makeup and hair? selfie sent.

jwu? selfie sent.

he misses you? selfie sent.

and he'd request for at least one of yours too.

[ssho197]

high school xiao helps you with assessments/assignments you have coming up

getting on that grind of studying and tasks arghh i’m kinda pulling this out of my ass because i need to post smth today but also i have sm stuff due soon (jk it’s only like 4 subjects due soon) also please bear with me, i’m australian so i’m forced to use aussie school lingo 🥲

high school!xiao who you drag to the library after school to study for upcoming exams and hand in tasks. “hey xiao, how can i change this sentence so it looks like i wrote it and not ai?” “why tf did you use chatgpt you fucking idiot you’re gonna fail”

high school!xiao who actually does want you to do well in your tasks this term so he helps you. when you get your reports back, you jump in joy, finally having a few more A’s than last time. of course, xiao doesn’t clearly express his joy but deep down, he’s just glad his help did benefit you.

high school!xiao who pushes your face away (lovingly as a joke) so he can carry on with his work. you kept on bothering him and asking questions that were not at all relevant. “xiao xiao xiao xiao!!!!!!! what do we have period 4? also what do we have period 5?”

high school!xiao who you can often find before school, during recess and lunch and after school hiding away in the library buried in some book

high school!xiao who has the neatest notes you’ve ever seen. he’s got neat handwriting simple highlighter and clear headings, it looks so printed that the first time you say his notes you asked him which printer he uses because of how damn nice his notes are. he wanted to slap you in the face

high school!xiao who probably gets headaches from you but still likes to surround himself with you, oddly enough, he’s almost always in your sight, isn’t that just so weird? why does he like to be around you so much?

high school!xiao who is extremely booksmart but not streetsmart. at all.

high school!xiao who hates participating in any sort of social function, this includes group talks or speed dating games that involve conversations with anyone (but you).

high school!xiao whose friends would write maths rizz notes and pretend to be him while slipping these notes into your bag or books while you’re not looking. when you get these notes, you still definitely thought it was xiao despite the shitty handwriting that is definitely not xiao’s.

high school!xiao who finds the best resources for you to use for any of your tasks, as soon as he finds them, he sends them right to you with a shirt and sharp message usually along the lines of, “hey. found these links to resources you might like. it’s for our science hand in coming up on friday.”

[wanderingxiao]

Whiskey, Leather, and Sex

Xiao x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: unprotected sex, curse words, pet names, begging, slight mention of alcohol, reader is a female. MDNI! 18+

The scent of exquisite leather and bitter whiskey invaded your nostrils, the taste of alcohol on his tongue coming to intoxicate you to his touch. His strong hands ran up the sides of your waist, warmth spreading from the touch. Lustful goosebumps rose riddling your skin, your own flushed fingers gripping the sleek leather of his jacket. Sharp pointed teeth slowly etched into your bottom lip, tugging lightly before his tongue slid over your lips. 

“Xiao-“ The sound of his name rolling off your tongue so softly caused the man to shiver in anticipation as his internal arousal grew by the second. His palms rose, sliding over your bra before his fingertips firmly landed against the swell of your breasts. You couldn’t help but swoon in ecstasy at his touch. In a swift and fluid movement, he had your bra pushed up, letting your breasts bounce into his predatory grasp. With kneading hands, he squeezed against your breasts gently before sliding his fingers to ghost over the sensitive buds. “Ahh, Xiao, l-love you, love you so-“

“Hush.” He ordered sternly, yet there was a gentleness in his voice that made your heart accelerate and your cheeks flush with gorgeous shades of rose. Warmth cascaded down your chest to trace down your curves, defined fingers hooking on your pants and panties before the scent of whiskey invaded your nostrils again. “I’m sorry, forgive me, but I can’t fucking wait anymore. I… I need…” His lip caught between his teeth, his cheeks flushed lightly with his golden honeyed eyes looking deep into your eyes with blown out pupils dilated in lust. “I need to be inside you. To please you.”

 

“Xiao-“ Your lips connected once more into a passionate battle of hot tongues. Xiao swallowed your soft moans while his hands worked your lower half, pulling your pants and panties down without faltering the hypnotizing movement of his lips. The bed creaked under the shifting of Xiao’s weight, his hips coming to straddle you, pulling away and removing his leather jacket and undershirt. Scars littered his toned abdomen, a divine bird tattoo adorning his right arm, and piercings accenting his god-like face. He was truly crafted with the most exquisite materials to become this sexy.

Your hands traced his sides up to rub over his firm chest, enjoying the feel of his warmth under your fingertips. His rough hands came to grab at your shirt and bra, uncomfortably pulling them over your head to get you completely naked beneath his thin yet toned frame. His hands traced down your body until his fingertips dipped between your lovely thighs, golden eyes never leaving yours as he eagerly watched your expression shift once his fingertips made contact with your glistened folds. With a breathy sigh of bliss from your lips, Xiao’s fingers began to trace up and down your slit, biting the inside of his cheek at the feel of your arousal coating his slender digits.

“X-Xiao, please, hmm, please.” Your begging was too adorable for him to resist. With a clenched jaw, he sunk his fingers into your sopping insides, cock twitching in anticipation at the way your walls wrapped around his fingers, sucking his fingers in. Angling his fingers, he curled his slender digits to reach that blissful spot that always made your toes curl. The gorgeous moans that fell from your lips spurred him on, thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt with increasing desperation, relishing in the wet noises your drooling sex made. “Shh, your doing so good, taking in my fingers so well. Do you want more, (Y/N)?”

“Mhm! Mhm, please, Xiao, I need mo-RE! Ugh!” God did your voice turn him on. Your voiced broke into choked moans and desperate whines as his thumb came to lightly ghost over your puffy clit. Your hips bucked into his hand, chasing the divine pleasure only Xiao could give you. You could hear his soft humming, thumb firmly finding your clit to rub precise and quick circles. The ecstasy was overstimulating, absolutely mind-numbingly amazing. His lips came to kiss along your jaw, the scent of whiskey once more intoxicating your senses. "Xiao! Xiao! I-It's-! Its too m-much...! Mmm!"

"So needy and desperate, you know I always take care of you, angel. Be patient." It felt like an entirety before he pulled his fingers out, leaving you aching and throbbing for more of his searing touch. His posted tongue slid seductively around the curves and dips of his knuckles and slender fingers, savoring the taste of your arousal on the tip of his tongue. "So good... Can't hold it in anymore." You could barely register his words, only perking up when you heard the sound of his belt buckle clacking open and the sound of the bold leather whirring through the denim loops.

His hands roughly grabbed your legs, pushing them open further to slot himself between them, pants pushed down just enough to spring his leaking cock free from the confines of fabric prison. A breathy sigh left his mouth, Adams apple bobbing lowly as he swallowed thickly at the cool air hitting his flushed erection. His veiny yet strong hands held onto the base of his throbbing arousal, a strong arm propping beside you as his eyes cast lower to focus his sights on the way his flushed tip rubbed up and down against your slit up to bump against your clit.

"Xiao, please baby, I need you." Your soft pleas and breathy whimpers for him made his throat rumble with a groan, applying slight pressure to your entrance before sinking it in, removing his hand to place beside you. His eyes remained focused on your barely joined sexes, slick already coating his cock as his tip ebbed in and out of your welcoming cunt. HE returned his attention to your antics-tied expression, smirking before he pushed himself past the tight squeeze of your sweet and fluttering walls. A relieved moan left both your mouths, finally feeling that full and engrossed feeling of lust being fulfilled. "M-Mmm, Xiao, so f-full... deep."

"It feels so good." His low groans were music to your ears. Xiao rolled his hips outwards before he pushed his pelvis flush with yours once more pushing himself as deep as he ocuold before setting a steady rhythm. The beds creaked beneath the shifting weight of your heated bodies. Moans flew from your mouth freely, no longer composed or caring how loud they were. Any whine, whimper, or lewd mewl was cherished by Xiao's keen ears littered with sexy piercings. "Fuck, its been so long... I, nah, I've missed you."

"M-Me too, Xiao, hah, me too...! Ngh..." His body loomed over yours, one of his hands grabbing your hip while the other propped himself on his elbow beside your head, moaning deeply into your panting mouth as your breath collided. You could smell his cologne, the whiskey he always drank, and the expensive leather of his jacket resting beside you. Everything was overwhelming. Everything was Xiao. His moans, his scent, the wet noise of your sexes meeting over and over again, and the firm snap of his flesh against yours once his pace increased.

A light sweat coated your body, your fingertips on fire as they dug into the toed muscles of his back, your legs hanging in the air on either side of him, toes beginning to curl as his tip smushed against your cervix without fail. A creamy ring began to form around the base of his girth, your arousal mixing, sticky smacks echoing as your arousal and his leaking tip overflowed your insides. With faltering movements, Xiao growled out a flurry of curses, and strained whispers of his emotions.

"Fuck, im so close, hah... I want to c-cum with you. Please, (Y/N). Cum with me, angel." His lips pressed against yours, sloppy and needy. His knees dug into the bed deeper, his rhythm disorganized and desperate, flushed and glistening tip hitting your sweet spot and the edge of your cervix with every erratic thrust. You could only cry and cling to him as if your life depended it. Your head curled into his shoulder, moaning and drooling over his collar bones, legs shaky as they wrapped around his body, encouraging him faster. "Xiao! Xiao! C-Cumming...! Mmph! O-Oh god...!"

"Cum for me. Cum all over me, damnit!" With a final deep thrust and animalistic growl, ribbons of his cum spurted inside your fluttering and spasming walls, milking him for all he's worth. You could feel the muscles along his back tense, shoulders arching to hunch over you at the euphoric climax of his release. You clung to him, your own orgasm washing over your body with loud cries and whines of sensitivity. He fucked his cum inside slowly, his open mouth leaving pants across your face as he rocked his hips through your releases. It left you both breathless, his body collapsing on top of you briefly. "S-Sorry... was I too rough?"

You smiled, and reached over to kiss his sweaty forward, combing his dark evergreen locks accent by dim turquoise out of his face to look into his honey-cambered eyes. "No, it was perfect. Just like you, Xiao." His lips curled ever so slightly, his strong arm wrapping around you before burying his face into the crook of your neck, enjoying your company once more within his arms. "Thank you... for being here." You sighed in bliss, snuggling him closer to you, basking in the warmth and comfort his presence brought you. "Of course, I love you, Xiao."

"Mhm... Yeah, I... I love you too, my sweet angel.

[mondaymelon]

05. unknown number

⸝⸝⸝ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕖. ༄

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[khujoor]

" quarrels. "

pairing. (platonic) yan childe & (platonic) yan zhongli x reader.

summary. modern au where you're all young, yet zhongli and childe love to fight over you.

tw. arguments? but they're all children.. so not much of a tw, i hope.

a/n. i tihnk this would be cute as aseries esp as they're older

"but you always play with him!"

childe and zhongli were most likely your closest friends, however, they weren't each others friends.

they would always argue about you, fighting on who gets to play with you during recess. they were both older, childe being in kindergarten and zhongli being in first grade, so they didn't get to see you out of your free time.

zhongli would always use that advantage, being older, claiming you should be with someone older, more responsible. (even if he hardly understood what responsible meant in the first place.)

you were younger, more clueless. you usually ended up walking away to play with your other friends, while they would continue to argue with each other, eventually wasting all their time.

"y/n, i think you should be with me! i'm more better than him and-" zhongli started to look around, not seeing you anywhere. "where did they go?"

"this is your fault!" childe practically cries, trying to push zhongli over. "they left because you scared them!"

"don't blame me, you were yelling at me!" zhongli argued, trying to look for you.

he finally found you. but with some other boy? you were playing house with your other friends, but that boy was your husband? and you were drinking fake tea with him?

"ew! who's he?" childe whispered in zhongli's ear, as they were both watching you from the slides.

"i don't know.. but he shouldn't be with y/n."

before zhongli could say anything else, childe stomping towards you and your new husband.

"get away from her!" he yelled, grabbing your hand, "she's my wife!"

he dragged you towards zhongli, ignoring your sulking face. you were about to cry. you were devastated.

"don't leave again like that, i was so scared." zhongli said, not wanting to make you cry.

you started bawling.

"i hate you childe! i hate you!"

the two of them looked shocked. you hardly spoke, having a limited vocabulary, but your sudden outburst was shocking. they've never seen you throw a fit.

"it's not my fault you were hanging out with that smelly boy! even zhongli is better! now come, we have to take you to class."

[starz222]

dhmu | episode 3

falling, fallen! a love triangle between scara, kazuha, and you.

The bell rang through the halls of the school. The crowd of students quickly ran to their own classrooms, and the halls were now eerily quiet.

"Class, I'd like you to welcome our new transferee. He's part of the fencing team, so we won't get to see him often." 

Your stomach churned. Maybe he's late. You sigh and turn your head to look out the window. 

The classroom door slid open. It's Scaramouche. His black backpack was hanging on his right shoulder, and on his left was his fencing gear, his sword. That's, um, a foil, right? you recall. 

He introduces himself in his monotonous yet somehow– powerful way. "I’m Scaramouche, delighted to meet you." An easy facade. Whatever the case, he wasn’t going to be seeing the class often anyway. "You can sit there in the center aisle, next to the ginger," your teacher says. 

He walks over hesitantly. He sets his luggage down and takes his seat. Childe gives him a smack on the back, causing Scaramouche to flinch. "It's nice to see you again," he says with a smirk. "Shut up." He says, flipping Childe off.

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synopsis you’re about to graduate high school, and you’ve only yet begun exploring the nervousness and uncertainty of love. this last semester, you’re closer than ever to the one and only fencer of japan, kazuha! you watch as his fellow fencer, scaramouche, works his way up the totem pole of fencing. one is paired up with you in the school, seemingly viewed as the “perfect pair”. as for the other, you rekindle your past with him.

perhaps you’re falling for them. or maybe, you’ve already fallen.

notes short cuz im posting another one lool (kazuha gets to be happy in the next 10 chapters or so /j)

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[dark-night-hero]

「Back to you」 Kamisato Ayato smau

↳ ‘𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖.’

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‣ Young, famous, and successful. (First name)(Lastname) found herself living the best of her life. Having to be a successful owner of a radio station named Golden Hour, one of the most famous and talked about radio station nowadays in Inazuma as well as the rest of the nations in Teyvat known for it's anonymous dedication and confession. She is now living her dream the way she wanted it, away from the life she had once lived. Until one day, having to fill in with one for her DJs who happened to have an emergency for the day, she happened to receive a confession, well more like declaration dedicated to none other than herself. But the thing is, it wasn't just any random stranger, it was none other than her brothers best friend, the one who left a long time ago. The one who left your heart hanging and broken all those years ago. The one who declared that he's on his way back. Back to you.

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‣ Kamisato Ayato x fem! Reader

‣ Modern au!

🅶🅴🅽🆁🅴

‣ Slight! Angst

‣ Romance

‣ Comedy

🆂🅴🆁🅸🅴🆂

‣ Golden Hour

🆃🅰🅱🅻🅴 🅾🅵 🅲🅾🅽🆃🅴🅽🆃🆂

‣ Y/N rich friends

‣ Ayato's basher friends

‣ Notable sites

Emergency

Familiar unfamiliar 💫

Under arrest

Suspicious

Guess what

Random question

Plus one

Welcome back 💫

I can explain

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[prodtrouver]

I'm looking for you — shikanoin heizou

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: another usual day for heizou to place his sweet macarons on the library table and goes away for a few minutes to look for some books. Except on this memorable day, someone took his macarons. What first thought to be accidental case turned into a regular occurrence, so it became his goal to find out whose been taking his precious macarons.

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 :: modern! genshin impact au, university au, band au, fluff, angst

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 :: curses/swear words, inappropriate jokes, mentions about crimes and law (heizou is a criminal justice major)

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: I hope this doesn't flop since this is my first genshin impact au like ever after getting into the game (｡ﾉω＼｡)

:: the criminals — :: the band ::

01 :: best dessert hands down

02 :: should I take it

03 :: where it'd go

04 :: this you?

05 :: it happened again

06 :: miraculous ladybug

07 :: /kick hu tao

08 :: perfectly fine

09 :: nobody tell

10 :: go to you

11 :: dam has broken

12 :: sakura mochi

13 :: date pt.2

14 ::

15 ::

[lully01746]

another look into my iPad, another unfinished (?) drawing