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Dolor [GI!Albedo]

Pairing: Albedo x Female!Reader 

Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood n darkish imagery woop

A/N: uh ha haaaa, I’m alive and picking lyrics apart to my needs bc if you know the song I used it isn’t meant like his lol I am not heavily well-versed on Albedo lore or how his general character is. I have a slight idea and I wanted to give a friend some hurty times. So this was born in about.. three to four hours with no editing yay. I also added Klee because I love her and I am sorry ((She does not get hurt she just has emotions))

dolor;;pain

“ Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ..”

‘The truth of this world…’  

Something that Albedo mumbled once in a blue, almost as if he was his normal self again. Then again, many would argue that he was never really normal in the first place. He was always the ever distanced and well distinguished alchemist of the Knights of Favonius. No one truly knew him well or personally, so it was more than a shock to others that he had found himself a special someone. He started to become his own sort of normal then. A little awkward mess of stumbles and soft words.

The adoration, however, was so very pure. It was so real and true- the kind that could change ones life, either by giving such feelings, or by being the lucky soul to receive them. 

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oh albedo!🧎🛐🙏💯🥵😇🥰

busy

nsfw!!! albedo x f!reader

cockwarming, blowjob, needy!reader, uninterested!albedo

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“I’m busy,” Albedo tells you for about the sixth time in the past ten minutes, and your shoulders drop in dissatisfaction. “I’ll take care of you after I finish my research.”

You huff in response because you know he won’t be finished anytime soon. He would stay hunched up in this room forever if he could - and he tries to.

He’d probably be able to if it weren’t for you, his pretty angel who would come bother him for even a sliver of attention. Whether it be just to sit beside him in comfortable silence or to ask him about what he was researching, you were always there with him. You were surprised he wasn’t sick of you by now.

Unbeknownst to you, he adored it - adored you. Loved when you would come to visit him even if it pulled him away from his work, filling the otherwise quiet room with your sweet voice while you leaned your cheek onto his shoulder.

Today, though, you were pestering him a little extra. Heat simmered under your skin and its been so long since he’s touched you and he hasn’t made any move to do so. So you took it upon yourself to get what you wanted.

What you wanted translated into you asking to suck him off while he worked.

“I’ll stop bothering if you let me.” You promise - a lie but he didn’t have to know that - gently trying to push him so you could move in front of him. “I’ll be good, Bedo, please.”

He pauses, letting out a light sigh before sliding himself and his chair backwards to make a space for you.

You beam at him, eagerly crawling and squeezing yourself into the space under the table and between his legs. He watches you intently while you so excitedly kneel below him before reaching out and pushing your hair back and out of your face.

That was the only time he touched you, leaving you to do as you wished while he did whatever he was up to before.

It’s a shame he was so set on research instead of watching you. You looked so pretty with his cock in your mouth, doing your best to fit him all the way down your throat. Hands splayed out on each of his thighs and your eyes blinked back tears while you tried to accommodate his girth.

You were so messy, too, saliva and precum on your chin - Albedo likes it wet, likes you looking a mess.

The way he didn’t react - besides a few heavy breaths and a small ‘fuck’ that spurred you to take him deeper - made you feel hot and more desperate for him, squirming in your spot between his legs. This wasn’t enough for you, not when you know you could be getting fucked right over the table he was sitting at.

Pulling off him and gasping for air, spit stringing from the tip of his cock to your mouth. Your jaw was sore from it being kept wide open for so long and your throat burned.

“Bedo,” a small, raspy whimper.

A small noise of acknowledgment from him, “hm?”

“C’n I please-“

“I thought you said you would stop bothering me after this?” You wiggled your hips again, whining and wrapping your lips around the wet head of his cock.

“I’ll never get anything done if you keep pestering me like this.”

His hand grabs your jaw, pulling your mouth away from his dick and making you peer up at him. He admires you for a short while, thumb swiping along your slick bottom lip, to which you open in hopes he’ll let you suck on it.

He doesn’t, opting instead to lean back a little more, patting his thigh like he was calling a dog to come to him. Your face burns at that but you don’t pass the opportunity to sit on his lap, crawling up and situating yourself atop him.

You can feel his dick against you, pressing against your cunt, twitching under you at the feel of your wetness. You thank god that he’s so lenient with you, letting you act out your desires with nothing more than amused scolding.

With hands on shoulders, you lift yourself just enough so he can slip himself inside. He hooks his own chin over your shoulder, seemingly drawing his attention back to his work once again.

“That’s better?” He asks whilst writing, but its rhetorical. The way you immediately start rolling your hips tells him all he need, a high chant of “yesyesyes” spilling from you.

A try at making a rhythm was lost quickly, head too cloudy to do more than little desperate jerks of your hips.

Doing all the work was tiring, with Albedo not even shifting his hips to aid you, just letting you pathetically twitch and grind and whimper like a bitch in heat - he’d tell you that, if he was more vulgar, but doesn’t. He’s sure you already know, anyway.

Even though he was quite good at blocking things out, the wet suction and squeeze of your walls around him were a little much, and he had to stop his work to take a breath and calm himself a little.

It unfortunately didn’t do much, the never stopping movements from you becoming something that he couldn’t just ignore.

So he decided on a different course of action.

“You’re distracting me,” he murmurs, grasping you hip with one of his hands, to which they kick forwards. “Stop moving.”

You shake your head, a silent protest at his notion. How mean could he be to make you stop?

A pinch to your side and a simple “what did i say?” were enough to make you think twice.

You let out something akin to a sob, hips shaking as an attempt to keep them still. It was somehow too much and not enough at the same time and it made you want to cry, made you want to tell Albedo how mean he was being right now.

He’s so stubborn sometimes, so set on working and blocking out the rest of the world that even when he wants something he wont get it. You, tearful and pouting, shove your face in the junction of his neck and shoulders and try your hardest to just sit.

“Good girl,” a praise - he knew you were pouting - to keep you from being too upset.

“Just a little while longer, alright?”

— ✧ good night

summary lil’ fluffy drabbles ab their “good night” teapot voicelines :-) pairings (sep.) kaeya, childe, xiao, zhongli, albedo, diluc x gn!reader warnings spoilers if you haven’t heard their teapot voicelines, kaeya’s is w/ a pre-established lover and is kinda spicy and ur wearing a skirt, nightmares, not proofread as usual ^^; a/n repost bc tumblr shadowbanned me an hour after i posted this last week :-( sorta half-assed this but it’s whatevs!!!! soz if u hate it :/

KAEYA

"you should get going, you have knightly affairs to attend to. good night, kaeya." you turned your head sideways to give him a kiss, into which he whined.

"is it that time already? i'm not sure i'm ready to say goodbye." he pouted at you, his grip tight on your hand.

"see, this is what happens when you slack off. your work piles up and you have to do it all the night before the deadline." you playfully yanked your hands from his and tapped his nose, "and that means... less time spent with your beautiful, perfect, amazing lover."

"well, my love, what if i told you that all my paperwork technically doesn't need to be handed in until next week?"

"well, my love, what if i told you that i know you'll hold off on doing it all until the night before, and then you won't get to spend the night with me? on your birthday, too... i have a very special gift waiting for you, y'know..." your lips ghosted over his, but just when kaeya was about to kiss you, you pulled away and sent him a teasing smirk, tutting him.

"oh? since when did you become such a tease... i thought that was my role in this relationship?"

"i can be a tease... when i choose to." your fingers danced across the top of his chest as you walked past him to the other side of the kitchen bar.

kaeya chuckled and shook his head as he felt tingles arise from where your fingers came in contact with his skin. it wasn't easy to make him flustered, at least to an outsider, but all it really took was to give him a taste of his own medicine, and he would be like putty in your palms, "can i at least get a hint about what this gift is?"

"you already know what it is... don't you?" you leaned across the bar to take his chin in your hand, "how 'bout a little sneak peek, hm?"

walking back to him, you pushed his legs apart with your knee and sat down to straddle his lap. your skirt rose up to your hips as you did, exposing a fluffy lace garter wrapped around one of your thighs.

kaeya's head tilted, pleasantly surprised, and he gazed at you lustfully, "naughty now, are we?"

his hand came up to touch the fabric, but just as his fingers brushed over your skin, you smacked it away, "ah-ah, you can look, but don't touch."

"you're gonna be the death of me..." kaeya's head fell back, exposing his neck. you knew what he was trying to do with his thick, muscular, veiny neck on display, just asking to be kissed, licked, bitten.

"well, you're just gonna have to wait until next week, aren't you?" you got up off his lap, suppressing a smile as you saw a small tent in his pants, "you might wanna take care of your, uh... situation before you go back to headquarters. as for me? i'm gonna get my beauty sleep. good night, love!"

CHILDE

"oh, it’s nearing midnight… you should go, if you want to get to sumeru by noon tomorrow," you suggested, smiling at childe through gritted teeth. frankly, you didn't want him to go at all. he'll be gone for whoever knows how long on a deadly expedition in sumeru. childe told you it could take him a week, a month, a year... maybe even more, "good night, tartaglia... be safe."

"it's already that time of night, huh..." "good night, (y/n). who knows when we'll next meet..." childe got up from his seat next to you, sending you a half-hearted smile and a lame attempt of a wave goodbye.

your heart ached as you watched him walk away, lacking the same pep in his steps he usually has. a voice in your head started screaming at you to go after him; to ask him to stay the night before going on an expedition that could take him over a year.

you tried pushing the voice into the back of your mind, but with no luck; what if he said no? what if he doesn’t like you in the same way you like him?

but what if he says yes? what if he loves you just as much, perhaps even more than you love him? what if hearing you say those three sacred words is the one thing that could stop him from going on this death wish of an expedition?

your mind was a war zone, both sides arguing with each other until eventually, one took the throne.

you let out a defeated sigh as you ran after childe, your heartbeat travelling up to your head from the nerves you felt for what you were about to do, "childe! wait!"

childe’s ears perked up as he heard your voice and felt his stomach flutter. he turned around, eager to hear what you had to say, only for you to come crashing into his chest. you wrapped your arms around his midriff tightly and nuzzled your head against him, "stay... please. even if it's just one night. stay with me a little longer... i-" you pulled your head off his chest and looked up at his face, noticing the glassiness of his eyes, "i love you." the three words came out barely more than a whisper, but still loud enough for childe to hear, "i love you, ajax."

fireworks exploded in his chest, and he couldn't help the wide smile that his lips adorned, "really?"

you nodded avidly and bit your bottom lip to stop it from visibly trembling, close to shedding tears from the overwhelming emotions you felt.

childe caressed your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs and pulled you in for a tender kiss. it was soft, and slow, and sweet; just how you had always imagined. your hands grasped the collar of his jacket to pull him in closer, trying to feel as much of him against you as you could.

he pulled back for air, laughing at the tears that stained both of your cheeks, "i was waiting for you to say that for the longest time, y'know? i love you too..." childe wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you in for a warm hug, letting his head fall to kiss the top of yours, "i love you more than life itself."

XIAO

“thank you for today, i had a blast! good night, xiao.” you stopped at your door and turned around to send him a warm smile.

“t-today...” today was great.

xiao had it bad for you, and all he found himself thinking about, dreaming about, was you. he wanted to get closer to you; to understand you, but was unsure how to go about doing so. he consulted with zhongli regarding mortal courting rituals, and was told that taking them on 'dates' was customary.

so, xiao had asked you earlier in the week whether you wanted to accompany him on a picnic at qingyun peak, to which you happily said yes. you indeed did have a blast, as did xiao, although he wasn't very vocal about it.

he loved watching your face light up with curiosity as he told you stories about liyue, he loved the little giggles you let out when he said something funny, he loved watching you frolic around in the fields chasing crystalflies and feeding cranes.

he remembered zhongli telling him that first dates sometimes end with a confession and a kiss, both of which xiao couldn't find the nerve to do, “... forget it, it’s nothing. good night.”

you wanted to hear what he had to say, but respected that he most likely wasn’t ready to indulge you in his secrets. you nodded at him with a soft smile and turned around to open your door, but stopped as the wheels in your mind began to churn.

xiao was unusually... nervous today. you noticed how his palms often got sweaty to the point there were tiny pools in the middle of them, how his hand shook as he placed a glaze lily he picked in your hair, how he would snap his head away from you every time you turned to look at him, how he fumbled over his words.

did xiao... like you? as more than a friend?

as you felt a surge of confidence course through you, you turned back around to face xiao. his gaze travelled up from the ground to look at you, head tilted in confusion as he saw you bite your lip to suppress a wide smile, "is someth-"

xiao’s voice caught in his throat and his eyes went wide as he felt the warmth of your lips on his cheek. you may have only kissed him for just a mere second, but his whole face flushed red with embarrassment and he began to stutter.

you giggled at his response and simply waved at him as you turned back around to head inside your home, “good night!”

the yaksha’s fingers came up to touch the spot on his cheek where you lips just were, and his heart began to pound from elation. the feeling was foreign to him, but most certainly was welcomed. perhaps he would indulge you in his 'not-so-secret' secret tomorrow.

ZHONGLI

"i'm beat, i think i'm gonna hit the hay. good night, zhongli!"

"good night, (y/n)." zhongli averted his gaze from the river in front of him to smile at you and give you a wave.

you reciprocated his actions before walking back to your house. after letting out a tired sigh after falling on your bed, it wasn’t hard for you to immediately drift off into a deep slumber.

“zhongli!” you shot up, panting, eyes darting around your room trying to make sense of where you were. two hours had passed since you fell asleep and you were woken up by a nightmare. as you took in your surroundings, you managed to catch a glimpse of zhongli outside your window, still in the same spot he was when you bid him good night.

it didn't take much for you to jump out of your bed and run out of the house towards him.

zhongli turned around with furrowed brows upon hearing the sound of urgent footsteps nearing him and was shocked to see you running to him with tears staining your cheeks, “(y/n)? is something the matter?"

before he could react, you toppled into his chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly, "i had a nightmare that you died... it was s-so scary, i don't know what i'd do w-without you..."

he felt his heart sink upon hearing you cry and tremble against him,"shh, it's alright, i'm here... you’ll never be without me by your side." he cooed as his hands instinctively came up to rub soothing circles into your back. you and zhongli hadn't ever made physical contact like this before, but something about the way your body melted against his chest felt so right; so addicting, "if you wish, you may lay with me. perhaps being next to me will calm your mind."

pulling your head out of his chest, you wiped the tears off your face and looked up at him, "you'd really be okay with that?"

zhongli chuckled and took your hand in his, guiding you to the hammock that hung from the tree near the river he was standing by. he slipped into it first, then helped you up. it was a tight fit, and your legs were tangled, practically laying on top of him. feeling yourself heat up at the intimate position you two were in, you tried to shift over, only to have him hold you in place.

“aren’t i heavy?”

“heavy? i can bring a falling meteor down to earth. compared to that, you’re as light as a feather. now, shut your eyes and try to sleep.” zhongli squeezed your hand reassuringly and kept his gaze on you until you lowered your head on his chest. he smiled upon sensing a warm tingle spread through his body. it was a new feeling, but he certainly enjoyed it.

some minutes had passed since you had both gotten in the hammock, and you had already drifted off to sleep. zhongli admired how peaceful you looked like this; with the moonlight dancing on your skin and lips curved upwards into a gentle smile. he impulsively leaned his head forwards to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, feeling his heart flutter at how you subconsciously nuzzled your head into him in response.

he whispered against your head, "the night grows darker, so rest while you can. may you have pleasant dreams."

ALBEDO

"i think i’m gonna go to bed. good night, albedo!” you got up from your seat in front of him and sent him a wave.

"good night, (y/n). may you have sweet dreams." albedo murmured in response, his eyes not leaving his sketchpad. you wanted to know what he was drawing, but were too nervous to ask, and too respectful to take a peek for yourself.

you shrugged it off and turned around to walk away, only to do a double take, staring at him in awe. you had an undeniable crush on the albedo and often found yourself admiring him, but tonight, he looked especially stunning under the moonlight.

"... you don't require me to read you a bedtime story, do you?"

"huh?" you shook your head out of the trance he held you in and furrowed your brows, embarrassed.

albedo sighed and turned his attention to gaze at you softly, "you're still standing here. is there a reason you haven't left to your room yet?"

you shifted from one foot to another, feeling yourself heat up, "oh, um... i just... uh- it's nothing."

"are you sure? you know you can share anything with me, right? my ears are always yours," he cocked a curious brow at you.

"uh... um..."

"do i make you nervous?" albedo sounded genuine, but if you didn't know any better, the tone in which he spoke was almost teasing.

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in, "no? hah, what makes you think that?"

"humans stutter over their words and sweat when they feel anxious," he gestured to the stray drop of sweat on your forehead, and put his sketchpad down to walk over to you, "is there something about me that makes you uncomfortable?"

"oh, gosh- i, uh..." you looked everywhere but his eyes, feeling scrutinized under his gaze. you so badly wanted to scream at him that you had a giant crush on him, that you also probably loved him, but your nerves got the best of you, "...no?"

you shifted your gaze from the ground to his eyes, noticing a hint of amusement in them.

"can i show you what i was sketching?" he reached back to grab his sketchpad, opening it up to a page and handing it to you, "it's not quite done yet, but... it's almost there."

your brows raised as you saw that what he was sketching was, in fact, you. in his drawing, you were sitting at a table with a novel in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, just like you really were before you got up to go to bed.

"i look beautiful here." you admired yourself, fingers tracing over the outline of your face that he drew.

"you always look beautiful." he stared at you endearingly and felt his chest flutter when you looked up at him with a timid smile and soft eyes.

"really?"

albedo wasn't sure what overtook him, but he gently took your hands in his, swiping his thumb over yours reassuringly, "really. if you don't believe me, i'll remind you every day, ever hour of it, until you do."

DILUC

“oh, look at the time! time for the darknight hero to hit the streets of mondstadt and save innocent civilians from danger." you stated dramatically, slicing the air with the pretend claymore you held in your hands, "i'll let you get to it. good night, diluc!”

diluc shyly smiled at you, finding your childlike demeanour charming. "good night..." his voice trailed off, almost as if he was going to say something, and subconsciously took a hold of your arm to stop you from getting up.

you turned to look at him with a head tilt and confused pout, "were you going to say something?"

he shook his head with a quiet grunt, and furrowed his brows upon seeing that he had a grasp on your arm. diluc was quick to pull his hand away, tilting his head downwards to hide the flush on his face, "never mind. you should get going."

you gasped excitedly and immediately sat back down next to him, resting your chin in your palms as you looked up at him with curious eyes, “no, tell me! is it a secret? i promise i won’t tell anyone.”

diluc's breath hitched in his throat as he shifted his gaze from the ground to you, feeling his heart skip a beat at the way you looked at him in awe, “i really shouldn’t-”

“pleaaase; what if i’m dead by tomorrow? wouldn’t you regret not telling me?”

“you shouldn’t joke around like that.” his voice came out harsher than he intended, and he internally cringed at himself.

“d’awww okay, okay, you’re right. i won’t pry. for now. i’ll get it out of you, though… somehow..." you leaned in playfully to examine his face, your lips merely inches apart. diluc's eyes went wide, unable to look away from you as he tried averting his gaze, "… anyway, good night!!”

diluc found himself staring at you as you walked away, not being able to shake your words from his mind.

what if you really did die by tomorrow? after losing his two of his family members, arguably three, he didn't think he'd be able to live without the next closest thing he had to it: you. he also didn't think he'd ever forgive himself for not letting you know how he felt about you.

“(y/n), wait.” diluc got up from his seat at the fountain and walked over to you, stopping you in your tracks, “i shouldn’t hold back from telling you how i feel. you’re right; because what if you really aren’t here tomorrow? i don’t think i could live with myself if i didn’t tell you what i’m about to," he took in a deep breath before continuing, "i... i’m in love with you. i'm in love with your smile, your eyes, your laugh, yo-”

he was abruptly cut off by you wrapping your arms around his midriff and placing a haste, yet loving kiss to his lips. he short-circuited at the sudden contact, and felt his heart rate pick up. diluc stood motionless for a few seconds while he processed what just occurred, and hesitantly reciprocated your actions by wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against him.

"took you long enough." you whispered against his neck as you let out a tired yawn.

diluc smiled against your hair, wondering whether his feelings towards you were really that obvious. he opened his mouth to ask you, but stopped upon seeing that your eyes were closed and your lips were upturned peacefully.

he supposed he'll just have to wait until tomorrow to ask.

valb3rry luvs u! drink a glass of water, fix ur posture and look away from your screen for a bit :D

how scaramouche met you (au)

he was rushing to work, and you were finding people to hand your flyers to. you couldn't make a living without promoting the company you worked for, you see.

running past traffic lights, you managed to catch up with scaramouche, with him yelling at you to fuck off.

"are you interested in a debit card from our company? we have free gifts!" you said.

you noticed a street sign because you worked here 6 hours a day. you basically knew where ALL the roads led to. Since you were in front of him, you dodged it skillfully. him on the other hand, was checking his GPS.

"Girl, there's a street sig-" you started.

BONK!!!!!!!!!!!!

his hands were cupping his sore forehead.

"um, would you like to register for our weekly magaz-"

"call me an ambulance... i'll sign up for your weekly magazines if you do..." scaramouche gave in.

"hello there, mr. ambulance."

"HAVE YOU NEVER LEARNT A THING IN ENGLISH CLASS?!?!"

hahaha funny i wrote this in like june and when i look back at it it's so funny.... masterlist here!

i want scaramouche to humiliate me at the top wangshu inn like pleasee dial my number 😍😍

This could’ve been better but I’m dep*essed 🤪✌🏼

pairing: ??? scara’s ur captain and ur a soldier

tw: language, he’s ovbs humiliating u

wc: 382 yikes

You could feel the burn in your thighs the higher the stairs went. Looking over to the side at your friend, you kind of grimace as he seemed as cool as ever. “I hate when we get stationed here!” You whisper. Your friend shrugs as everyone keeps on. “Lord Scaramouche never lets us take the elevator like he does! Why do we have to take the stairs?”

It seemed like the stairs would never end. Your legs grew heavier and heavier with each step, your thighs trembling underneath you. But finally the peak of the stairs came into view. As expected, your captain did not wait for all of you there. “Of course he isn’t here,” you continue to complain to your friend as you reach the top. “He’s just like Captain Tartaglia. I bet you he’s up there flirting with the staff—”

“Excuse me?”

Your squad halted. You look back up at the stairs where your captain stood with his arms crossed and a deathly glare in his eyes. “S-Sir, I—”

“You dare compare me to some half-wit, inexperienced twenty-something baby who couldn’t handle being swallowed up by the abyss, ass-chasing rookie?” Scaramouche took a step down and halved your squadron to meet you face to face. “Tartaglia would’ve killed you right on the spot, soldier. You’re lucky that I choose to punish you outside of the public eye.”

You swallow a lump in your throat. His eyes were sharp and menacing. You felt sweat rolling down your skin underneath your uniform every time his eyes twitched. “I-I’m sorry sir!!”

“You wanna take the elevator so fucking bad? Then take the fucking elevator!”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as he yelled at you. But was he being serious? “I can…take the elevator?”

Your captain smiled, almost innocently. But you knew that there was nothing sweet about his grin. “Yes, private. You can take the elevator down and walk back up the stairs once more. We will be waiting.” Scaramouche turned then to walk back up the stairs.

“B-But—”

Your captain stopped where he was on the stairs and looked at you over his shoulder. “Shut the fuck up and do as I say, you incompetent piece of shit!”

You let out a heavy sigh and grimace. “Y-Yes sir…”

im curious about why spongebob's town is called bikini bottom.

photos for keepsake

for the bi pride prompts 💜 'accidental' ft. scaramouche please!!

[Okay hi friendddd!! This did not exactly follow the prompt bc its actually harder than I thought but I hope u still like it!! This will also conclude the bi pride prompts!!]

Accidental; the character says or does something to reveal/imply their bisexuality.

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- Bothering Scaramouche was basically a hobby of yours. It's a miracle that he even stands near you considering how much you poke at him, guess you could say you were most definitely a favorite of him. No one else could say the same.

"If all you're going to do is run your mouth I suggest you leave my room." Scaramouche groans, his hands practically snapping his chopsticks in half.

Scaramouche ate by himself, apart from you usually being there. His room was large enough to hold a small round table. His meals were usually brought to his room by lower subordinates. Or sometimes he made you just to be mean.

You laid on his bed with your head nearly off the side. You would tilt your head and look at him upside down. Your hands rest on your stomach.

"But I don't want you to be lonely!" You throw your arm over your forehead dramatically. It was said as a joke, but being alone all the time had to get lonely at some point really.

"You're a pest."

"Then I must be the best pest you've ever had~" you reply in a sing-song voice. Scaramouche only sighs and continues eating. You watch him quietly for a few moments.

"So, do you like anyone?" You ask, picking at your nails. You could hear Scaramouche choke a little.

"What kind of childish question is that?" Scaramouche snaps, turning his body to look at you with his harsh glare. It never bothered you anymore.

"Just a question, jeez!" You roll onto your stomach and rest your chin in your palms. "Though I highly doubt you could get a girlfriend with that attitude."

Scaramouche clicks his tongue. "Please, the people here aren't worthy of my time."

"Oh, so I am?"

"You're pushing it," Scaramouche replies, growling through his teeth.

"Are you sure you don't want attention from the ladies? La Signora and Childe are already beating in terms of popularity."

Scaramouche scoots around a piece of meat on his plate with his chopsticks. His foot taps on the ground, signifying his oncoming thoughts.

"I give no thought to man or woman who even thinks they're worthy of me." Scaramouche eats the last bit of food on his plate then sets down his chopsticks. "My interest is in other things at the moment. Dating would just slow me down."

Somehow that response made your heart clench. Your smile droops, but your eyes rise up again as you process what he said.

"So, if there was someone worthy..." you throw in air quotes around worthy knowing of Scaramouche's big ego. "You wouldn't mind if they were a dude too, or something?"

Scaramouche quietly sits in his seat after one last sip of his tea. He looks smaller without the hat, less intimidating you could say. He crosses his arms with his back turned. It was a little uncharacteristic of him to be this quiet, especially after being questioned so thoroughly.

"Not really. Either is fine with me." Scaramouche finally rises from his seat. You couldn't see his expression clearly, but you could just see the slim piece of his pale cheek deepening to a pink. "My type is a person I can keep by my side at all times."

You stare at his back as he goes to leave. You slide off the bed, trying to follow him, but you slip too fast and end up halfway face planting the floor. You arms protected your face luckily. Scaramouche's laughter rings out. It was a sound drained from malice or vileness, only filled with innocent amusement. You could feel your face heat up.

"That's what you get for pestering me during my meal." Scaramouche wipes a tear from his eye as his laughter dies down.

You shift yourself to sit on your knees with a pout on your face. Scaramouche is ready to walk out the door which he has already opened, but just as he takes a step out, he turns back with a small smile, the edge of being a sly grin.

"Well, come on then, you'll get yourself into trouble if I don't keep you at my side."

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CORRUPTING YOUR CLOSET PERVERT ROOMMATE

☰ ⠀ ❝ i never knew you were such a pervert. ❞

DETAILS !⠀your roommate has been cooping inside his room A LOT and you wonder why the hell he needs a lot of tissues. you also started to question the constant groans echoing on the hallways during the wee hours of the morning. as so, you went ahead and conducted your little investigation. [ featuring SCARAMOUCHE and ZHONGLI in a modern collage AU with fem! implied reader ]

————⠀ SCARAMOUCHE

it was like an unspoken rule between the two of you, establishing boundaries and setting in some warnings whenever you two prance and laze around the apartment at different hours of the day. scaramouche was pretty strict when it comes to his own activities and responsibilities and you were carefree and passionate about your own hobbies and every little thing that interests you. with both of your ways of living contrasting one another, it was hard to find common ground but somehow it all worked out in the end... save for the fact that it's you who did all the job in pushing your relationship from mere strangers who share the same apartment space to friends (as to what scaramouche had undoubtedly cringed at).

it took you months to even have your roommate look at you whenever you pass by the little hallway separating your own little spaces. even when you bid him a sweet "good morning" or let him share some bacon and toasts you made for breakfast, your efforts used to be left in vain but now it was the opposite. ever since the day you brought him his favorite drink (that you noticed he'd buy every. fucking. day) when he was having his finals, you gained the ability to jab and playfully bark back at every playful insult running past his mouth the next day he sits with you for breakfast.

"you know? you can be cute when you're this soft around me," you once remarked during a movie night you somehow got him to participate in. note how his eyes would glare at you, throwing a popcorn directly at your face which you returned with an equal amount of jest as you started poking his side.

"stop fucking doing that," he groans when he felt your fingers press down the flesh of his torso, you just laughing so gleefully beside him. as the distance grows smaller, the harder it was for scaramouche to handle how his thoughts ran from one idea after another. he can feel how your breasts would brush so gently on his arms, taking note of how you weren't wearing a bra underneath the large shirt. next is how your thighs would flex as you kneel and sit down at his side... it grows worse when he sees how your short rides up to expose more of your skin as you leaned back after he admitted your shitty victory.

and since then, as the movie had finally ended, as the two of you retreated back to your own rooms, you went back to having no contact with scaramouche himself.

you were worried. well, it wasn't the first time you two had poked at each other's things and that wasn't even the worse that you two have let the other feel. but the way he acted as if you were back in day one had hurt you, no, you were disappointed as he was being a bit unfair in treating you like this. whenever he sees you frowning or sulking in the apartment, he was the first to barge in insults at how ugly you look and it honestly made you feel worse during the early stages of your relationship. but the small acts of kindness (that he does in his own twisted and cruel way) aren't left unnoticed when you'd see a bar of chocolate or a small bag of your favorite snacks hanging on your doorknob.

so you wanted to do the same thing for him as well.

and there came the day where you finally have enough time to confront him. your professor was kind enough to dismiss the class 15 minutes earlier than he used to so you dashed your way back to your apartment. you were a bit nervous since you don't even know where to start but knowing how difficult scaramouche would be, it doesn't matter as long as you manage to grab a hold of him.

as you insert the key to your door and twist the knob open, you were welcomed by complete silence. you thought that maybe he was out to eat but you saw his shoes at the entryway. you sighed, merrily, as you quickly discarded your shoes and went to walk through the living room all the way to the small hallway.

and that's when you heard it.

hushed grunts and the familiar creaking of his chair echoing through the walls. scaramouche's voice was strained, laced in such discomfort that you almost stepped inside his room out of sheer concern. but you quickly halted on your track, heart beating fast to gloriously stain your face with such warmth as you heard your name being moaned out loud.

oh.

slowly and gently, you twisted the door to his room, smiling when you found it unlocked. inch by inch you reveal scaramouche's body settled on the comforts of his chair, hands pumping up and down his cock leaking with so much precum. the faint glow of his computer screen had illuminated some colors on his flushed skin, his eyes were shut close to avoid any sort of distraction while his hand was desperate for more stimulation.

and following the old movie fashion when you caught someone doing something naughty, you tiptoed your way towards him, lung constricting as you held in a deep breath as you wanted to surprise him as much as he had surprised you.

"you really are cute, aren't you scara~," you whispered behind his back. he was surprised, almost falling out of his chair but you quickly caught him and leaned down to meet his strong gaze.

"why the fuck are you so early?" he says through gritted teeth, finding it hard to spat any insults when he was busy shoving himself right back inside his shorts but you stopped him from doing so. "out. g-get the fuck out of here." oh, is that a stutter you hear?

"but you looked like you needed an extra hand with your problem," you whispered while looking down at his still hard cock, forming a bump underneath his shorts. as you are supposed to look at the dark little patch stain on his shorts, what had you smiling more was the picture he has on his phone. "i never knew you were such a pervert."

amidst the scolding hate scaramouche felt to you and himself, his mind had snapped out of the haze of vexation when his eyes widen and his hand scrambled to grab his phone and immediately pressed on the power button to turn it off. "to hell f/n, you weren't supposed to—,"

humiliated, for once scaramouche felt all his frustrations crashing down at him in waves. all those prurient inclinations just to feel some sort of relief because of the ache you had caused him came in unyielding hurls of shame to what he thought to be his ice-cold heart. your smiles, the gentleness in your voice, the smart way you raise a banter with him—he had grown so fond of those little things that he grew attached to and longs more for the fuzziness you have him experience.

but you made it hard for him to admit all of these feelings raging inside the thick iron walls he had set around himself. he doesn't like the way you made him feel so weak and soft around you and when it grew worse as the time he saw you in a very suggestive post, he can't help but try to distance himself.

but fuck that photo of you in a swimsuit, fuck him feeling so horny over you.

"but what if i want to?" your sudden outburst caught him off guard, pausing when he saw the dark glint in your eyes and yet the worry shimmers right above the surface. "do you know how much i hate the way you ignored me for days?"

you fumed while you settle in between his legs. he intently watches your every move, hating how he hissed when your hand went to pull his cock out of the confines of his shorts. he hates how he whispered curses when you steadily pump on his aching dick. he hates the way his eyes practically begged to be touched, his fingers sink deep in his palm as he doesn't even fucking know where to hold onto to.

"tell me, do you want this scara?" gentle, despite the dirtiness there is to your intentions.

"j-just fucking suck on it, f/n." he grunts, eyes looking away, once more escaping your gaze. you didn't like that, you were frustrated as much as he is so when you raise a hand and gave his cock a light slap on the tip, you saw how his body trembled and his hips buckling in reaction to the pleasurably painful sting on his cock.

"is that the proper way to ask? after being so fucking shitty to me, scara?" you glanced and saw the lustful gloss on top of his dark pupils. he had his teeth biting down his lower lip, bits of his pride pours out whenever he moans. "come on, you can do better than that."

"p-please, just... suck my cock already." and you grinned at the expense of his embarrassment but also to satiate what he had always longed for the day you barged in his life. slowly you gave the tip of his cock some experimental kitten licks, erupting a cute high-pitched cry from his lips. the cold look on his face melts, his cheeks were blushing, eyes locked on his cock which you continue lapping the tip with your tongue, his bottom lips plump and red from biting so much...

ah, you can already feel how the two of you would spend more time with one another behind closed doors.

i really look like i have my favorites, huh?

————⠀ ZHONGLI

zhongli was absolutely the sweetest roommate you could've asked for.

were you being a bit biased with this? maybe but you never met someone so dashing and yet so down to this earth with all the humane and silly qualities you never knew someone who looks so perfect to have. he is sweet, really as he often knows how to brighten up your day with the simple compliments he'd throw at you before you went out to start your day. he would sometimes even bring back food he got from his friend who was filthy rich (you wondered how zhongli met him and didn't decide to stay with him).

sometimes, he'd even accompany you out to grab dinner from a fast food dinner. his towering height would often loom over you, making you feel safe to enjoy late-night walks. but the downside to that is he often forgets his wallet (he pays you though, don't worry) and his comments about some things were quite odd. it fascinates him, despite it going against what you think so you never have to worry about it as long as he doesn't dance around the subject for more than minutes.

zhongli, you're amazing roommate who also seemed to know a lot about history was really adorable in his own way. you would often be caught just looking at him as he explains to you the government records accumulated from the known liyue qixing. even when the topic would easily bore out people, you were there to listen and smile at how passionate he was while he was telling you more data he had grown to memorize by heart.

with how mesmerized you gazed at him, the more he can feel himself gets swoon away with the feelings he slowly harbored towards you.

it started out as an innocent interest with how you often be around him and just adorably hanging on every word he'd say. maybe that's what drove him to make you feel so special. next came the nervous ebbs he'd feel once he got to see more sides to you. from how your hair would stand up in places, how he'd witness your vulnerability as you trust him enough to listen to the thoughts and worries your heart had been stressing over—as he experienced how much you treated him more than what a friend does, from the simple kiss on the cheeks, the sweet wave you'd give him whenever you cross paths in university grounds, the way he was always the first one to hear your plans and would even be invited throughout the whole agenda... he can't help but reach the end of what used to be an innocent flow of his emotions as he can't help but crave more of what you have to offer.

but zhongli doesn't have the courage to ask what he wants from you.

he tested the ropes of his patience, discerning how taut it was to be able to withstand the blows of his own desires. he held nothing but utter respect towards you, he adores you and cherishes you as his roommate even when his mind screams more than what he tries to label the two of you as.

but with loosely severed strings and scarred purity, one can't hold back and soon he had surrendered to the decadence of such depraved yearning for pleasure.

zhongli thought you were out shopping with your friends, giving all the time he needs to focus on bringing himself any sort of comfort by using his hand. he imagines how it'd be your nimble fingers massaging small circles on his thighs, slowly riding its way up to the middle of his legs and meet his cock that rests so painfully between the cotton fabric of his underwear. as he sat down on his bed, back laid perfectly on the headrest, his legs parted and his cock now standing up to kiss his abdomen—this was the moment where he imagines it's you who was touching him.

so sweet and slow, taking your time in sliding your smooth skin against his skin, your lips teasing on his lips, eyes solely focusing on his dreamy golden orbs, mouth whispering nothing but love as he would do the same. he wishes for all those to come true but...

his hand will work, for now.

"oh d-dear f/n," he stutters out your name. his eyes were pressed closed as he let his mind work and do what needs to be done. the heat inside his body felt too bothersome to simmer down with a cold shower nor he would be willing to take his problem to other people who he knew would be willing to help. but no one can ever satisfy him, not when he felt so your pointer finger sliding up from his foot, your fingernail smoothly tracing a straight line that meets the joint of his hips. it was too good to feel your palm rests so gently on his hips, four of your fingers now making their way to his aching cock, rubbing along the shaft where the veins were prominent as it throbs painfully on your hold.

"please, i-i need you to... make me cum, please," zhongli grunts when he felt your fingers resting at the fat cockhead and messily smothers all the precum on the reddish tup. his mind going overdrive with his imagination.

"if you wanted me to, you could've just asked you know?" your voice loomed over his thoughts and when he opens his eyes, it was you who had your hand on his cock. the same smile he grew to love was plastered serenely on your face, calming the embarrassment he must be feeling when you sat down beside him and continued stroking his cock. "you looked like you're in pain, zhongli. may i?"

obediently, he replied with an eager nod.

"come on, use your big boy words zhongli. you can do that right?" big boy. the word had let go butterflies to rage in the pit of his stomach. he can't stop himself from flushing, hips buckling when you wrap your hand around the base of his needy dick. "use your big boy words like how you did earlier."

and he did, pliant and sweet, like the zhongli you always know but this time.... it was for other reasons and maybe, just maybe you now know why he was so good to you.

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☰⠀NOTES⠀ⵓ⠀i am dedicating the scaramouche prompt to @noiwillnotdothefandango because of the "kana is horny for scara so i'll make her hornier" agenda on disc. i love you so much 🥺 i know he is a bit ooc here but i can't help it 🥺🥺 i tried my best not to indulge so much in my own take for virgin scara but here you go 🥺 also thank you for @daddyscara for engaging on my horny thoughts about virgin scara on dms too. you the og, i love you so, so much.

goigle drive can eat my shit