#📮.poppy's.letters

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Helllooo! Im here to request for nsfw headcannons pls cause im starting work tomorrow and i need to bully some boys to feel better 😭

I was thinking of the reader(gn pls!) where theyve asked the boys to wear a red rope, shibari style, underneath their clothes and whenever no ones looking theyd softly carress the bindings through their clothes 🥺 But when they cost is clear, the reader would have them sit on their lap and theyd just shower them with praise while they over stim them 🙏

I hope this isnt too confusing YwY and if its still avail, id wanna be slime anon pls! >wo ~☆ anyways no rush! and thanks for taking your time to read this!

convincing them to wear shibari under their clothes (diluc, childe, kaeya)

when you tie up your boyfriend in red ropes and tease them in public, it leads to some rather enjoyable situations. who knew that them being such a good boy would earn them so much praise?

# * . & | characters: diluc, kaeya, childe.

# * . & | content: nsfw 18+ only, kaeya x reader, childe x reader, diluc x reader, smut, gn reader, dom! reader, sub! kaeya, sub! childe, established relationship, praise kink, overstim, shibari, bondage, semi-public, pegging, male receiving, soft sex, teasing, a bit of corruption kink, light choking, thigh riding, spitting into mouth, handjobs, you're a fatui harbinger in the childe one, a bit of possessiveness, mention of exhibitionism, slight mention of breeding kink, slight dumbification, story quest spoiler for childe’s real name. for childe’s section the reader is described as having a cock, i wrote this interpreting a strap/dildo but you can imagine it however you want (i tried to keep it as gn as possible)! honestly just teasing and bullying men ♡

# * . & | type: headcanons (i think, idk how to classify this tbh).

# * . & | word count: 7,768.

omg you're not stupid at all !! pls i've sent asks where i've forgotten to do the exact same thing hekjhsdkjfhd, you're fine! good luck with work! hopefully this lifts your spirits a little ♡ sorry that this took so long to get out! this request was so good and it took me like a week to complete  ( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ ⁎)  i hope the pegging for this ask is okay! my account will involve a LOT of pegging bc i like writing dom! reader and sub! male — so unless it’s specified in the ask to not involve male receiving then that’s probably what i’ll go for, for a sub male ♡

also this turned out so long? i have a major issue with chronically overwriting, but i don't think that's really a problem with smut. i mean, the more horny content the better, right?? diluc's is the longest because of this, 'cause i wrote his first and then realised i should make sure the others don't go for so many words 😩 anyway, i hope everyone enjoys this !!! thank you so much for the request ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ₎ა ♡

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# * . & | DILUC

with diluc, it takes a bit of convincing

i imagine he's not super experienced in the sexual department, especially in terms of stuff outside of vanilla. like, yes, he gets railed and he's an expert at being your slut, but he's still being introduced to new kinks all the time. he's still not very used to relinquishing all his control

when you first introduced him to shibari in the bedroom, diluc was hesitant. as a warrior and a former knight, being tied up seemed a bit compromising for him. the two of you had done basic bondage before, but in those instances, it was still relatively easy to break free should he need to. shibari meant giving all control, and his entire body, over to you.

he fucking loved it.

he loved how prettied up it made him look, loved how much time you spent lovingly fussing over his body as you tied the knots of red rope, and he loved how it felt to give up all his control—his stress, his responsibilities as both the master of the dawn winery and the darknight hero—in favour of your careful caresses.

seeing as he liked it so much, and you were still insistent in showing diluc all kinds of new things as his partner, you came up with a brilliant plan.

it was a stroke of genius, really. that you'll tie shibari bindings around his chest, his abdomen, his thighs, and everywhere else sensual that will be hidden by diluc's clothing while he works his shift at the angel's share.

it does take a bit of convincing, because diluc is a firm believer in professionality (which is funny, considering you've railed him over the bar afterhours on at least two occasions, and once on the floor). most of all, he's just nervous—though he tries his best to hide that. but after an honest talk, he comes to you admitting that yes that would be something he would like to try, and yes he can do it while bartending if that's what you really want.

it's a delight to hear.

so, after some time and preparation, off to angel's share it is.

it's only really when you start touching him that diluc realises this was probably a mistake.

he's just tending the bar like normal when it happens, with you sitting across from him on a counter stool as per usual—nothing out of the ordinary for shifts like this. he doesn't even really think about the bindings aside from when they rub against his fair skin whenever he stretches just too far to reach an item. plus, you're sitting there so innocently, smiling and drinking apple cider.

no one would suspect you of having such filthy motives.

when your hand slips across the counter during his conversation with you—the rest of the tavern paying you no mind—it dips up the subtle curve of his waist and grazes where you know you left a knot beneath the shirt. a sweet, tantalising caress. your boyfriend jolts like you've just burned him with a pyro vision.

he instantly shuts up.

diluc looks scandalised. he gives you a wide-eyed expression of mild horror that silently says, 'what the fuck?' as you can't help but giggle a little, a smirk fitting itself across your face. he's so sweet. what did he think was going to happen?

his cheeks and ears are flushed a pretty red, and he coughs to clear his throat when a customer approaches the counter to order a dandelion wine. it's honestly adorable.

he'd be so nervous about anyone realising what's going on.

you know that he's now hyperaware of the ropes laced across his body, even as no one touches him. he's most definitely thinking about it, based on how he shivers every now and then and squirms a little under your gaze. cute, cute.

you don't stop the touching, of course.

that evening, it becomes second nature that anytime no one is looking, you're discreetly sliding your hand across the bar counter and pressing your fingers against spots in his clothes where you know the ropes are crossed.

to his waist, chest, thigh.

at some point, the tavern gets particularly busy, and with him being the only one tending to the bar tonight, he begins to become overrun by patrons ordering drinks.

like you do on some nights when angel's share gets this bad, you stand up from your stool and offer diluc a smile, rounding the bar. "it's alright, love. i'll help you free of charge."

you're quick to hop around the counter and start conjuring up drinks like the way that diluc has taught you, handing him a few ingredients.

of course, you have ulterior motives.

now you're pressed side-to-side with diluc. he's trapped in the same proximity as you, with both of your bodies hidden from the waist down by the grace of the bar's tall counter.

cyrus—who was in the middle of ordering a drink—chuckles at your enthusiasm to help your boyfriend bartend, even on what's clearly a night off for you, "such a generous partner you have, diluc."

diluc represses a shiver as your finger traces a rope at his thigh, running from his skin to the rope to his skin again, and pressing it in. there's no way he's going to survive this night.

smiling sweetly, you share a soft laugh with cyrus. "oh, it's nothing. luc loves the help." diluc manages to finish mixing the drink without dropping anything, and when cyrus is heading back to his seat again your fingers caress the rope down at his pelvic bone.

diluc's red eyes dart to meet your face. "stop that," he mutters, trying to be some sense of firm. he's flustered, and his ears are red.

you want to coo to him, to tease him and offer him some praise if he does good. you don't, because the two of you are still in public. and letting his desires simmer while going untouched is a wondrous thing.

you watch all night as he begins to unravel little by little. he starts to anticipate your touches at any time, shivering prematurely before you can even caress the hard work that you tied him up with earlier: that no one knows is there except for you. you watch as he resists the urge to become pliant beneath your touches, the both of you mixing drinks as your hand—hidden behind the cover of the bar—grazes the ropes on the small of his back, the curve of his ass.

it's delicious.

just imagine how silently desperate he'd be? having to act normal at his job when there's nothing more that he wants than to let you have your way with him.

to let your fingers dance between sweaty bare skin and red ropes.

unfortunately, that's not an option. he's left to suffer in silence, much to your arousal and enjoyment.

there's one point—as everyone in the tavern is preoccupied with something else—when you steal a chaste kiss to his lips, and your finger raises to swipe across the ropes surrounding his nipple. the sound of his sharp, whiney, inhale of a gasp is smothered in your cheek as he abruptly turns his head to hide the sound. diluc stumbles back so quickly you almost fear he's going to fall over. luckily, everyone in angel's share seems too preoccupied with a bawdy bard in the tavern's corner to notice what just occurred.

no one seems to pick up on the way that diluc has gotten increasingly shifty on his feet during the night, nor the fact that he can't seem to shake his heavy breathing or dilated pupils.

he's also incredibly hard behind the bar, but you're the only one privy to that.

when it's finally closing time, and all of the patrons are gone, you can't help but be smug as you take a seat in one of the empty chairs. the night had gone exactly how you'd planned. now all that's left is diluc, as he locks up the front door and puts items behind the bar away—not managing to go a few seconds without shooting a glance towards you. you can tell his gaze lingers on the way you're sat on the chair, spread a little. the perfect seat for him.

and the poor thing really needs it. he's stiff while he's packing things away, his breathing a little tight. it's been a long night at work, and he's been suffering so well this entire time. he's done everything to be good, well and truly. and he's managed to hold out so well... there was nothing that made you happier than diluc doing his very best to please you.

"come, diluc." you beckon to him, crooking a finger. when he glances over to you, his red eyes are a little glassy with delectable lust.

slightly disgruntled, diluc walks towards where you're perched on the seat. when he reaches you, your fingers latch in his belt loops and tug him closer—so he now stands in front of your knees, arms crossed. he tries to hide his obvious flustered state with a miffed expression, "i can't believe you did that when there were customers around." it does nothing to hide the fact that you can see how full-blown his pupils are, or the fact that his breathing is a little staggered with a mixture of arousal and anticipation.

once again, you laugh a little. teasing him is too fun. you tug again at his belt loop with a finger, but he refuses to budge this time. stubborn thing. he wants so bad to please you, but tries to hide it. "you were such a good boy, though," you hummed, the praise causing a shiver to wrack through him. his eyes are averted, arms still crossed tightly in a nonchalant manner to feign disinterest. "come on, i told you to sit." you spread your legs a little so that diluc can straddle your lap when he relents. your bodies are pressed flushed together. he's already hard—probably painfully so, at this point, from the way you'd been casually edging him all night. now free to do whatever you like, both of your hands trail up his clothed chest, bumping over the different bindings of rope beneath his shirt, until you can thumb at his nipples. "already so worked up for me, huh?"

he lets out a low groan, still somewhat resisting the urge to succumb entirely. he probably is a little annoyed at how well you'd played him behind the bar while he was working. "what if someone had noticed what we were doing?" he mutters, still set on chastising you.

his weight on your lap is a heavy comfort as you begin to peel off his clothes—first his jacket, then his shirt. he lets you without a complaint. you make sure to caress your fingers over every exposed rope as you go. "would you have liked that, diluc? would you have liked people knowing you were my perfect slut?"

the sound that diluc lets out then is suffering. something trapped between a low moan and a hitch of breath. "stop that," he murmurs, as you lick up his throat. his skin is hot with a flush, and he shivers bodily when you peel off his undershirt, leaving him exposed to the air of the empty tavern.

you hum, "tell me, baby." when diluc finally moans, you pull back and get a good look at him. your handiwork has paid off. the red bindings—which perfectly matches the colour of his hair, and is rivalled almost by the hot pink blush creeping across his face and chest—lace around his figure in the most delicate way possible. they diamond over his chest, curving around his nipples with barely any space. they're knotted at his torso and arch out with graceful wings of crimson. each segment is made to show off an aspect of your boyfriend: his abs, the curve of his abdomen, his pecs. it's a notably more feminine design. it fits his chest and absurdly slim waist perfectly. beneath his pants, the pretty red bands of rope constricting his thighs are revealed. delectable strips of pale skin between lacing red.

he looks delicious. all wrapped up in a testament of your care for him, and his trust of you.

they've rubbed a little into his skin, particularly around his mouth-watering thighs. "ah," you sigh contently, clearly pleased with him, and he squirms a little under your unspoken pride. your thumb strokes over his thigh, caressing teasingly. the darknight hero... succumbing so easily to you. "look at you—you've done such a good job, baby."

he preens a little, tilting his head back as you knead the muscles of his thighs. "you only did this to be cruel to me." still complaining... his voice is throaty and breathless.

"you've got it all wrong, diluc," you murmur, and lower your mouth to press your tongue against his stiff nipple. he makes a surprised sound and grips his hand into your hair. "i did this because i knew how pretty you'd look. and i knew you'd do amazing." his breath stutters at your words. there goes that composure... looking up at him, you watch his eyes flutter shut as your mouth moves to lick and suck at his other nipple—sensitive from the binds rubbing against them beneath his shirt. your fingers splay across his waist, tugging at the ropes. he sucks in breath through his teeth.

"i don't—"

"you did so fucking well, baby. don't you think you deserve a reward?" your nail trails down the curve of his spine. his whole body quakes.

your tongue glides across a line of the binding ropes before you lean back up, holding onto his ponytail and looking him in the face. you get the perfect view of his right eyebrow twitching—wanting to stay strong and proud, to not submit. it's a losing battle. he's obviously excruciatingly turned on, to the point where his neglected cock is practically begging for attention in your lap. "you can't— we can't do this type of thing in this establishment—"

a giggle escapes you as you spread your legs wider and press your fingers to his dick, effectively cutting off his stammering attempt at composure. "but you're so gorgeous, luc. i can't wait to take you apart. so beautiful all for me." the praise and touch clearly goes to his head, his lips parting. his cheeks are a constant shade of delicate pink. "that feels good, right?"

yeah, it definitely does something to him, because then all he can murmur is a weak, "fuck," as he desperately grinds his hip against the air. his hands carefully clutch your waist as to not fall off of your lap.

"you do love being tied up like this," the muse leaves your mouth. with one hand, you take hold of his leaking cock and stroke it leisurely. your slick fingers twist and caress down the pretty veins as diluc groans and grinds deeply into the wet hole of your hand. the ropes look beautiful as he stretches his body. "you've gotten yourself so riled up for me. tell me what you wanted to do at the bar, sweetheart."

the soft pet name makes him choke out a gentle sound, face screwing up. so sweet... you line his face with kisses and continue to stroke him as he gets out a stammering, "want— wanted you to touch me."

you messily press your lips to his—he opens instantly, obediently, only to have you pull away before he can totally lose himself in the sensation of your wet mouth and tongue. "is that the best you can come up with, baby?"

he groans as you twist your hand. "hah—! i wanted your hands all over me—to show me, shit, how much you needed me." his blush glows red in the dim tavern lights. "wanted you to fuck me over the bar."

"really?" you hum, smiling with amusement. "with all of those other people there? how precious, luc."

his pretty eyelashes flutter. "i—"

"so that's what you want, huh? i was worried that this plan was all for me, but no. you really are my sweet thing—you loved getting all hot and bothered while you were at work. loved me touching you behind the counter. you couldn't stop thinking about it, huh? oh, diluc, you were so good for holding back." you continue working his cock.

"f-fuck..."

"or is it just that you love being mine, hmm?" your fingers press into his mouth to wet them with drool before you slick his dick up. his mouth stays open, now. diluc's eyes are lidded with need. "you liked knowing you belonged just to me. you like knowing that i was thinking about your pretty self under your clothes all night. huh?"

his hips are stuttering, the tip of his pretty dick red. "yes."

"yes?" you hum, pleased, picking up the pace of your hand. "who would've thought."

diluc's breath hitches. his face is so relaxed, throat swallowing as his adam's apple bobs. you lick off the perspiration beaded there. "can i—?" he pants on a moan. "can i cum? please?"

that sends a hot flush throughout your body, stomach coiling. you've given him no orders that he can't hit his orgasm, but he's holding back and asking for permission anyway. he wants to be good.

ignoring the way arousal rushes hot through you, your fingers card through his hair. "yes, baby, you can cum for me."

it only takes a few more strokes after your words to have his thighs shaking and breaths stuttering, cumming with a loud cry all over your hand. some of it splashes onto his defined torso, painting his abs white. it's such a pretty view, especially with the way his entire body stutters. a warrior, so big and strong, undoing like putty on your lap. whimpers of your name, and, "yes, yes," spill from his lips.

one of your hands cards through his pretty hair as you continue to stroke his oversensitive cock lightly. it makes him whine torturedly, rutting up. "think you can keep going?" you ask diluc.

"shit," he whispers, tilting his head back with his pretty eyes shut. "al— already? i— i can't—" his whole body rocks in your lap as he writhes from the overstimulation. diluc's soft moans and pants fill the air around you.

"you can," you murmur, egging him on as he continues to fuck into your hand despite his complaints. "you're doing so well for me, luc. you've been so fucking pretty all day. do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you?" his fingers on either of your hips will no doubt leave bruises tomorrow, as he grips you excruciatingly tight. the hold gives him the leverage he needs to perfectly rut into your curled fingers.

"n-n— ahhh..."

"you've been so lovely today, all prettied up." the praises spill easily from your lips. he deserves to be filled with pleasure until he can't walk anymore. you lean in, murmuring gently in his ear, "was so hard for me to keep my hands to myself. i wanted to get you into the backroom so i could have choked on your dick. you'd have been good and quiet for me, wouldn't you?" diluc's eyes roll back as he moans in agreement, fucking faster into the sticky mess of your hand. it's filthy. "i thought about tying you up the rest of the way and leaving you spread out on the bar. i think you'd have stayed there all night for me. and, of course, i considered pushing you down and fucking you in front of everyone. showing off my ropes, showing how my pretty little slut gets bred so good, so eagerly. i think you'd have let me, too." his poor cock twitches.

"Y/N—..."

"that wouldn't do, though. these ropes are for me only." you tugged at the ones at the curve of his spine. they bit a little into his skin. "if anyone else saw them, our little secret would be up. and i know you like being my secret little slut."

when he finally cums once more, it's with a long whine. the empty interior of angel's share is filled with heavy breaths, squelching, your filthy words, and diluc's obscene vocalisations. despite his recent orgasm, you keep milking him for all he has.

"fuck, Y/N, i can't do it..." he looks to be in pain, somewhere between an overwhelming amount of pleasure and suffering. cheeks pink, glassy eyes watery, drooling a little. to shut him up, you shove your mouth against his. he kisses back messily, tongue dragging over your teeth. diluc whimpers into your mouth as he arches back, naked body gleaming with sweat and cum and laced with such pretty red ropes. his hair falls around him, damp.

your strokes don't cease.

"oh, gods— ah— ngh— Y/N, no more. please. i can't— there's no way i can—" he's a debauched mess. sweat runs down his pecs and shines over his hard nipples.

"wanna use your safeword, baby?"

desperately, he shakes his head. his long, unruly hair tumbles over his shoulders, so voluminous even tucked back into its ponytail. a pitiful sound nearing a whimper leaves his lips as his fingers clutch at your shoulder. head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth open. he looks so goddamn pretty. pretty, pretty, pretty.

"you're doing such a good job. i can't wait to fuck you stupid when we get home."

his head lolls on his shoulders at that. tossed back so his throat is exposed while he lets out a long, hoarse groan. he fluctuates between deep sounds and breathless whines. with his strong legs straddling you, delicious thighs clenching like a vice around your hips and laced with shibari ropes, diluc has never looked so beautiful. he's a dream.

"yeah, just like that luc. i love you so much, you know?"

it's clear that he wants to say it back but can't manage the three words between his scrambled brain and the overwhelming amount of pleasure frying his senses. instead, he makes a broken sound. it sounds a little bit like a keen, a little bit like a sob.

"mmm, i know," you murmur, very softly. "good boy."

♡.

# * . & | CHILDE

it wasn't even much of a question for childe.

this man is a whore, he's down for anything—just name the time and place. shibari is never something he's taken outside of the bedroom but you can bet he's laughing and nodding along when you suggest such a thing. he'd practically jump at the opportunity.

the morning you choose to tie him up happens to be a harbinger meeting.

with you at his left side, there's not much he can do to escape you or your touches. not that he tries, though. he's a total slut for being teased. he just finds so much amusement and arousal in you working him up. the fact that it usually ends with him as a boneless mess is a bonus too.

so, the two of you are halfway through the fatui harbinger meeting before your touches begin.

they start light, with you grazing your pinky finger across the outside of his thigh, and him trying to mask his smirk. the closer you get to his crotch as you move your hand over his inner thigh has him squirming in his seat to try to stay discreet.

it's pretty difficult for him to pay attention to the important meeting, though he pretends.

at one point, your finger grazes down the ropes and caresses rather firmly at his hard-on. childe jolts and his knee hits the table, rocking the entire thing. several harbingers shoot him exasperated looks, but it ultimately returns to normal. covering his mouth to feign a cough, you catch a peek of childe's smile—amused and devilish—behind his fingers. clearly, he's having fun too.

oh, this is good.

your touches for the rest of the meeting consist of: grazing the ropes at the base of his spine; tracing his pelvic line; grabbing his ass; tracing his waste; pulling one of the ropes at his torso so it grazes over his nipple; and caressing his thighs.

he's too gorgeous and smug not to touch all over.

by the time it's over, childe is aptly pink in the face from lust and his breathing is notably uneven. not to mention, he's incredibly hard. each time you press your palm over his boner he resists the urge to buck up into your hand, and instead grips the edge of the table with his fingers. he still seems smug, though.

pierro calls the meeting to a close. the harbingers evacuate at a rapid pace—several shooting you looks, such as signora's clear judgemental distaste, and scaramouche's halfway between disgusted and amused expression—until the only ones remaining in the enclosed room are you and childe.

he's instantly insufferable, turning his head towards you with a sly grin. "what now, sweetheart?" he knows he won't get far with his teasing, but it's still fun on his part. of course, nothing can hide how hard he is—now free to lean back in his chair, spread his legs, and raise his knee. it reveals how aroused he really is in his tight pants.

you smirk and pat your thighs. "why don't you come find out, hmm?"

he's quick to clamber into your lap, straddling you with his ankles hooked around the back of the chair. one of his hands steadies itself on your shoulder.

the first thing you do is get a hand down his pants. he breathes out a moan and grins lazily down at you when you wrap a hand around him, your thumb swiping over the leaking tip that's left a wet spot on the front of his clothes. such a whore, even if he tries to act like it doesn't affect him.

"so, did you enjoy your little experiment?" he asks, pressing your lips together. he instantly opens his mouth, licking into yours without shame. he bites lightly on your tongue. by the time you pull him back with your fingers on his chin, he's grinding into your lap and there's a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

"you did so well," you murmur, mouthing at the pale expanse of his throat. he always bruises so nicely. "if i were mean i'd ask you to wear these all of tomorrow too. i bet you look so pretty in them."

he rolls his hips a little desperately and runs his tongue over his teeth. "ha. you think so?"

it's hard to tell if he's going to be a brat, or if he'll submit the moment you show any signs of extending control, so you decide to test it out. your free hand creeps up and intertwines in locks of his orange hair. then, sharply, you pull.

he whines.

"there you are," you whisper, leaving a line of hickeys over his adam's apple while you keep his head wrenched back. "gonna keep being good for me?"

"fuck yes," childe breathes, and hurries to pull off his upper clothes while you coat his bared throat in spit and red marks that will remain for days. licking at his collarbones has him trembling and he leans back a little, using his legs around the chair and the edge of the table pressing against the curve of his spine as leverage. it spreads his legs even wider. a desperate mess.

"hmm, good boy," you can't help but praise, stroking his drooling cock a little harder. his hips roll. "let me get a good look at you." smiling, he stretches back to show himself off. the red ropes stretch horizontally across his chest, then up on either side of his neck and down to frame his abs. they loop around each other at his torso—an exquisite design of knots and bindings running along each muscle. the final ropes stretch down to follow the 'v' of his waist into his crotch. it makes you want to finish the job: bind his arms back and leave him helpless.

instead, you can't help but smile at the way he shows himself off when you finger him open, prepping him while he makes loud, desperate noises. it's impossible to ignore the way his muscles twitch and stretch with each movement you make. so pretty. when you finally enter him, he's clenching around you with desperation, groaning as you sheathe yourself inside him. he's clearly enjoying himself, trapping you in with his thighs.

"so obedient, ajax," you muse, and he whimpers at the secret name shared only between the two of you. your fingers graze down the ropes on his shoulders. he groans lewdly, leaning back, the curve of his spine braced against the edge of the table as he arches dramatically. leave it to childe to put on a show.

he makes a submissive, desperate sound when you start to move, holding his hips still and rocking up into him achingly slow. "please," he begs. there's the ghost of a breathy smile on his face, a little blissed out already. "don't stop."

oh, is he in for a ride.

the speed that you end up fucking him at has your hips slamming against his pelvis as he bounces on your cock. he's leaning back, still tucked in your lap with his back arched and his spine pressed against the side of the meeting table. the muscles in his torso twitch and strain. childe's entire body jolts with each sharp thrust, and he's moaning uncontrollably. there's sweat that's beading on his forehead, a red tinge around his nipples from how much they've been toyed with, and his poor untouched cock is leaking. all in all, he looks pornographic.

"archons," you murmur in awe, trailing your fingers down the bindings that lead to his hard cock, as he lets out a loud, strangled cry. that's the other thing about fucking childe. you can always count on him to be loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. you still aren't entirely sure if it's exhibitionism, or if he's doing it solely to show how good you make him feel, or if he's simply just that uncontrollably noisy. it's no wonder the other harbingers had evacuated the room as fast as they did. "what did i do to deserve something as pretty and slutty as you?"

"Y/N," he whines theatrically, legs tucked around your back in an attempt to get you deeper. "fuck me."

a laugh leaves your mouth as you trail your nails across his chest and end up teasing with his nipples. "what do you think i'm doing? look how well you're taking me." you take that moment to fully admire him. slowing down a little, leaning back so you can see the way he arches to accommodate your girth, how he fits around you. his strong thighs are tensed, hole messy and lubed. he whines pitifully in agreement, writhing and bucking—unable to stay still even for a second.

you force his hips up higher to get a better angle, drilling the tip of your cock into his prostate with each mean thrust.

"oh, god!" he stumbles over his words, blush spread across his face and down his pale chest. he's drooling a little. it's obscene.

you could laugh at the way his eyes roll back and his hands slide desperately along the fatui meeting table for anything to hold—to clutch onto while you fuck him hard, fast and mean. your thumb rubs along his hipbone, other hand braced on his toned stomach as your deep thrusts continue. "look how fucking pretty you are, ajax. wish i had my kamera here. you'd look so sweet captured like this for me." your words make him arch his back further, because this man is insanely flexible, and he shudders at the thought of himself at this moment being immortalised on a roll of film. "you're so adorable, spread out like this." his thighs twitch with your words. who other than you would ever think that the infamous eleventh harbinger would be such a pure whore for praise? "i bet there's not a thought going on inside your pretty head, is there?"

"please," he begs in a choked reply, lashes fluttering while you ram him repeatedly into your cock.

"mmm," you hum in confirmation, pulling a finger at some of the bright red bindings laced across his chest. "that's what i thought."

childe can go for a long time. he can take a lot. he'll just clutch at you and beg for more while you give him orgasm after orgasm, greedy and well-fucked. sometimes he'll beg for it until he passes out. (and then he'll complain later, when he's awake, that you stopped to let him rest—greedy thing). childe is insatiable. especially today, after all your caresses and teases while in a very important debrief meeting. even more so with the fact that he's all prettied up with red rope and feeling extra fuckable.

you make him cum, and cum, and cum, until he's a pliant, boneless mess—now, just laid with his back fully pressed against the table. he still grips onto your hip as you fuck him. desperate as ever. even if the only sounds filling from his mouth at this point are breathless pleas and noises of pleasure.

he's a sight to behold.

a murmur leaves your mouth, "ajax." he opens his eyes obediently, looking at you with a glassy, blissed-out gaze. it's both adoring and lust-filled. smiling at his compliance, you lean over him and grab his cheeks with your fingers, puckering his lips a little. your hips continue to slam against his. smiling in a daze, childe opens his mouth obediently. like always. even sticks out his tongue to let a line of spit leave your mouth and roll past his waiting lips. childe's lidded, fucked-out eyes look up at you contently. he moans in enjoyment. greedy slut.

with possessive adoration, you squeeze the sides of his throat. your fingers dig in. it's not enough to really deprive him of any oxygen, but it's the feeling of you having total control that he craves. you feel the sound vibrate in his throat as he whines, letting his head fall back again. it makes a sound as it hits the table—you make a mental note to ice his skull later. fortunately, he doesn't seem to notice. he's much too focused on moaning and shaking through whatever number orgasm of the night this is, mouth shaped into an 'o' but tilting upwards with a blissful half-conscious smile at the corners.

"just like that. you feel so amazing for me, ajax."

♡.

# * . & | KAEYA

you've done shibari on kaeya before. very little beats seeing him all tied up and breathless and begging, bound prettily without a single chance of escape. the different designs, the different colours... the utterly debauched way he looks with his hair loose and his eyepatch gone as he just begs you to touch him, to do anything.

yeah.

from that, spawns this idea, which he flirtily agrees to (of course) with his large hands around your waist.

now, one thing kaeya loves is taking you out on the town. date nights, shopping, browsing for clothes, even running mondstadt errands for the knights. with your arm linking through his, or your hands clasping together, he basically parades you around anywhere.

this is one of those evenings.

the streets of mondstadt are relatively busy when the both of you go out—ropes hidden beneath his clothing, as his hand guides you by resting on the small of your back. the bindings aren't as uncomfortable as he imagined they would be, as you flit from shop to shop, buying some flowers and sitting down for a brief bite at good hunter.

he would have almost forgotten entirely about them if it wasn't for your goddamn wandering hands.

of course, this is what you had planned for the whole time. when you walk through an underpass and your finger grazes over his ass (he can't help but to smirk at that), and ends up lightly caressing the criss-cross pattern of ropes over the backs of his thighs. or when you make a point of touching his chest before you point for something to do, or while leaning in to speak to him. your palm presses right over the different knots.

you can't help but slide your hand inside the gap in the breast of his shirt, too. to hook a finger around one of the pretty, hidden strings and tug. it shifts the bindings that are pressed tightly over his nipples. he actually stiffens at that, composure breaking for a moment. it's beautifully hot. especially when he turns his head to look at you, starry eye flashing and a grin gracing his face, and says, "so this is the game, huh?"

by the time you get home hours later, pretty much no one but you would be able to tell the difference. he still has an arm around your waist, is still joking with you. but there's something desperate in his gaze, and his breathing is hot and heavy.

you instantly go to fall back on the couch—dragging him in by the metal link on his collar. you coax kaeya's form right into your lap. he's grinning cockily, even as you smooth your hands over his shoulders and drag them across his biceps.

"you've been perfect for me today," you breathe against the shell of his ear, biting softly at his lobe in that way he loves. your fingers coax his long hair out of its ponytail, until it spills down his back and over his shoulders in waves. he always looks so pretty like this.

"does this mean i deserve a reward?" he teases back, and kisses softly at the inside of your wrist when you remove his eyepatch. his inky eye underneath glimmers, singular star pupil amongst all that black night shining. this is how you like him best. all his guards let down, just yours. your hands cup kaeya's face.

humming gently, you smile. "of course. you've been so good." experimentally, you push the pad of your thumb against his soft lower lip, tugging it down ever so slightly. kaeya can't help but grin when his tongue darts out to lick the finger, only to have you push your thumb further past his waiting lips. he sucks on it obediently.

with your other hand—and his help—you undress him, until he's bare except for the red ropes lacing prettily across his body. it's a sight. the bindings that run right across his nipples have made them puffy and stiff, practically begging to be played with, and the muscles of his thighs strain adorably against the ropes. at his chest is the prettiest addition of all: a lovely diamond right between his pecs.

your eyes are lidded when you murmur, "you're so delightful like this, kaeya." with a coy smile, your thumb rubs over one of his sore-looking nipples, and he jolts a little at the sensation. the flirty grin still hasn't slipped from his face—he's a master at that—but it's clear he's almost far gone already.

"i try," is the tease that leaves his mouth, though his confidence fades a little when you trail your fingers from his nipples, down the curve of his waist, and finally settle your hands on his hips. you shift him so that he's straddling a thigh, one of your legs pressed between his own.

you lean in. "ride my thigh, baby," you tell him lowly, layering kiss after kiss over his neck. "you deserve it."

kaeya is quick to comply, holding back a moan as he lowers himself fully and begins to rut. it feels dirty, undignified, as he humps down on the soft flesh of your thigh, rocking back and forth and moaning at the friction. it feels incredible against his hard cock.

"archons," he hisses, putting a hand on your shoulder and another one on your knee so he can get the best possible angle. from there, you guide his hips and ass—pushing him down further, harder. every now and then, his knee presses against your own crotch, shooting fleeting waves of pleasure right through you. your hands remain on him. helping him, encouraging him, manhandling him as his arms loop around the back of your neck, elbows resting just on your shoulders, and his head falling against your chest. the noises that leave his mouth as he grinds desperately on your thigh—soft swears of "fuck" and "shit, shit"—tumble out of his parted lips in broken whimpers. all his composure is draining.

it feels too good for him to stop. kaeya keeps going, harder and harder, faster and faster, letting out lewd sounds as he grinds down onto your leg filthily. precum smears over your thigh.

"that's it." your fingers tease through his loose, pretty hair. his head lolls forward on your shoulder in response, hips stuttering. "mmm. you've been so good for me. did so well for me earlier, i could barely keep my hands off of you. you just know how pretty you are, don't you?"

"all for you," kaeya tries to tease smugly into the skin of your throat, but it comes out as more of a breathless grunt. any praise about his appearance always goes right to the foggy part of his head.

your hands gripping his ass guide him as he gets off on your thigh, his pretty, long cock drooling over you. "that's right, for me," you hum appreciatively, fingers kneading at his cheeks. he makes a low keening noise. "can't wait to mess you up. you're gorgeous like this, but you're even prettier all fucked out and helpless."

"heh, shit," he half-chuckles, half-moans. "you're so fuckin' hot." his tone is stretched a little thin.

he supresses a full-blown mewl when you spread his cheeks and press a fingertip against his hole. "you close? yeah?"

"mmm," he groans, burying his head momentarily in the crook of your neck as his hips stutter, pausing his long thrusts to grind down hard in a single spot. his mouth is wet and parted against your skin. kaeya's breath comes out hot and staggered. then, he tosses his head back with a blissful expression. "Y/N!" he cums like that, moaning out your name, shoots white ropes over your thigh and stomach and making a mess.

encouragingly, your hands slip down from where you'd been assisting him in his ministrations. your nails graze the bare skin of his spread thighs. at the sensual, tickling feeling, kaeya shivers. from there, you grab the backs of his knees and haul him closer. lift your thigh and continue rubbing it over his sensitive cock while he grunts—encouraging him to continue. obediently, he does. "there you go, pretty thing. you're doing so well." kaeya gasps, face darkened with blush, refusing to break eye contact with you no matter how much his lashes want to flutter shut. soft, desperate sounds leave his parted, plush lips. his mouth is lined with spit. "how many more can you do for me?"

he tries to pull one of his crooked grins at that, but it's dampened a bit by how much he's panting. "want to find out?"

yes. you most definitely do.

you work him up more, fisting his cock in your hands, relishing in the way he grins and moans. you kiss around the skin of his right eye when he gets so whiney that he almost forgets how to breathe. "just relax, baby," the coo leaves your mouth. you bite at the shell of his ear again. "relax."

"you— you're—" his far-gone eyes stare at you adoringly, struggling to focus his gaze. kaeya's lips are puffy, well-bitten, and his throat is lined with dark love bites. not to mention the way his loose hair drapes around him. so pretty...

"shhh," you murmur, giving him your all, as both of your slick hands slide up and down his hard length. "that's it."

you give him... everything.

from thigh-fucking, to blowing him, to having bounce on your fingers—you can't stop overdosing him on pleasure. watching him write within the confines of the pretty, pretty ropes that he'd worn hidden all day just for you, while he whines your name and is reduced to a whimpering, begging mess is too enticing.

it ends with him face-down on the couch, ass up, moaning like a whore after whatever number of orgasms he is on now. the red still decorates his skin deliciously.

"so good," you coo. "my precious boy. wish you could see how well you can take my fingers. how pretty you look." kaeya groans again, hiccupping a little, legs spreading wider. his hair pools around him like starry strands of the sea. still, it's a shame you can't see the blissed-out expression on his face. your hand taps firmly at his hip. "look at me, baby."

obediently, he turns his head to the side. his single black eye stares desperately at you, lined with overwhelmed tears of pleasure. his mouth can no longer seem to close. it remains parted, hitched with small breaths and moans with each movement that you make. he loves being overstimulated, but he can never take it that well.

"there you go. good boy." the both of you are such a mess, ropes digging into his flesh. if he'd known wearing shibari under his clothes would have you like this, he'd have done it earlier. your mouth leaves more marks up the expanse of his back—from the strong muscles, to the curve of his spine, to his pretty shoulders. you sink your teeth into a particularly sensitive spot that has him grinding down into the couch. "gorgeous," you murmur. "so beautiful, kaeya. that's good. so pretty. can't believe i'm the only one who has you like this."

it's those words that sets him over. he wails, and cums for the nth time that night.

♡.

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a bit different from what i'd usually send but can i request sfw hcs for venti, scaramouche, thoma, and kazuha (i wasnt sure how many characters can be included per hc, feel free to remove kazuha if i added too much!) about reader suffering from period cramps and stuff?

mother nature and my professors are making me suffer so i need some comfort 🤧 tysm!

-☁️

when you’re on your period (venti, scaramouche, thoma, kazuha)

how your boyfriend comforts and looks after you while you're on your period!

# * . & | characters: scaramouche, kazuha, venti, thoma.

# * . & | content: sfw, venti x reader, scaramouche x reader, thoma x reader, kazuha x reader, fluff, gn reader (who has a period), established relationship, comfort, cramps, nausea, mention of blood, ig a little bit of angst? emotional reader. basically just a lot of fluff and comfort!

# * . & | type: headcanons.

# * . & | word count: 4,856.

i'm sorry to hear that you're having a tough time, ☁️ anon! between your period and professors, that sounds like a lot :( here's a bunch of fluff and comfort for you! ♡ as someone who has terrible cramps to the point where i'm on the pill to skip it, i loved writing this ask! comfort while on your period is  。ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ)ﾟ。  i hope this helped you feel a little better, i tried to get this out as fast as i could  ♡꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

♡.

# * . & | VENTI

venti is so sweet. he'd definitely tell that something was wrong before you even come to him. (y’know, the whispers of the wind and all). 

so he turns up at your door, unannounced, with a bag of local sweets and pastries under his arm and a gentle smile.

cutie.

his main thing is that he'll try to cheer you up. having your period can leave you feeling pretty miserable, sometimes with a shitty or depressed mood, so it's his goal to make you feel better. this can involve anything from trying to make you laugh (successful), telling you stories from across teyvat, singing (he has such a pretty voice) or just in general having fun with you.

if you're feeling up for it, he'll take you out to do something. but if you're just feeling too crap then he'll entertain you as well as he can inside, and make sure that you're all comfortable.

as someone who's been around for thousands of years (and possibly had multiple forms), venti is pretty versed in this kind of stuff.

even more so as he's spent so long getting to know every part of you. without fail, every time you're feeling crappy while on your period he'll just pop up with your favourite food cravings—no matter how unhealthy, or how indulgent. he's become a master at knowing what you want without needing to ask!

your archon boyfriend ♡

this doesn't mean he's immune to how you're feeling though.

it upsets him to see you in pain, no matter how much he'll try to make you comfortable. even with all your favourite foods and some pain-relieving concoctions from the church of favonius, period cramps still seep through. they can have you rocking in a ball or dry sobbing and he never wants to see you in that state.

it makes him feel a bit helpless. he's an archon for god's sake, but there's not a whole lot he can do other than shower you with love and kisses.

he's had a sad origin. you're the best thing that's happened to him ever since ascending to godhood. he needs you to feel alright.

he'd definitely freak out if you started crying because of mood swings (me asf 🙋).

"oh no, no. what's got my love so sad?"

a sap.

he's too sweet, it would probably make you cry more.

gently cups your face with both of his hands and looks into your eyes with his own watery gaze (he hates seeing you cry). he'll wipe away the tears and kiss all over your face murmuring soft and silly things until you crack a laugh or a smile.

that makes him smile brightly too.

(help, this has me in such a venti boyfriend mood).

often plays his lyre to soothe you to sleep while you curl up on him. you'd probably be in that classic period pain position where your knees are brought up to your chest and you're hunched over them, trying to alleviate the cramps. he'll sing all your favourite songs.

kisses on the back of your neck, your shoulders, spine, and stomach (if you're up for it).

he's also a surprisingly good listener, so if you want to complain about shit to him then he'll hear you out dutifully while nodding intently along. as someone who loves to cry about everything on my period, i'd find this super soothing ♡

ATTENTIVE BOYFRIEND

"yahoo, Y/N!" venti's sing-song call rings throughout your home as he enters on his own accord, finding the living area empty. he has a collection of items in his arms, including your favourite flowers. "your archon has arrived!"

such a dummy.

from the bedroom, you make a disagreeable noise. "ugh, venti, don't come in here," you groan with your face pressed into the pillow. "i look gross." you're wearing old baggy clothes, because you woke up having bled through your pyjamas, and haven't really moved save for changing. your hair is a mess, you're feeling sluggish, and your curtains are still closed. it feels worse being in a dark room, but you can't be bothered to get up to draw the windows open.

"ah, you know i don't care about that." he appears in the doorway with a smile, braids swaying. "you're lovely anyway." you roll your eyes affectionately and curl up further until it's physically impossible to protect your stomach anymore. curse your uterus for this disaster.

he comes close enough to stand in front of you when you murmur, "who knew the anemo archon would be such a sap?" it makes venti beam when you offer him a gentle smile and sit up to see what he's brought along. there are cecilia flowers, salts for a bath, medicine to assist with pain relief, your favourite sweets...

"you're feeding my candy addiction," you accuse him. "this is all your fault."

playfully, he cocks his head and smiles at you. "how are you feeling?" his observant eyes roam over you quickly, assessing the situation with ease. it feels good to have him so close. "your cramps are bad? you're hunching." he always. knows. 

"don't make fun of me," you groan, pressing your face into the safety of his chest. "i had a shitty morning." just thinking about it makes you want to cry. how embarrassing and discouraging it feels to be woken up by your period... you'd had plans today to go out, too. your hands cling to venti as he kisses the top of your head.

"never, never," venti promises, voice light-hearted like always. "hmm, let's see if we can make things better." you whine in complaint when he pulls away from you, warmth gone, but it's only for a moment.

deftly, venti pulls your curtains open, just knowing what you need without having to ask, a smile on his face. the sunlight makes you blink, but it feels better than the dingy, sluggish dark. archons... your cramps are killing you. you let yourself flop back onto the bed, curling into a ball. hopefully the painkillers he brought will kick in after a while. the need to cry stings your eyes.

he sits down on your bed, right next to your curled form. "want to go do something today? i hear good hunter is stocked full of your favourite. oh, and there's meant to be a particularly fascinating bard playing at angel's share tonight. not me. they're an outlander, i heard." his legs swing a little, as he rubs the nape of your neck. venti leaves kisses down your shoulder.

your lip quivers as you tilt your head up to look him in the eye. "can we stay in, ven?" you ask. there's a pit of guilt pooling in your stomach. "i'm sorry, i just—"

he's quick to kiss over your face, smile never leaving. "of course! why are you sorry?" his thumb rubs tenderly over your cheekbone, his eyes soft. "i have the best new songs to play for you! someone in liyue has come up with something wonderful. ah, and i went by good hunter earlier anyway. here." he pulls out a paper bag of your favourite pastries. you still don't know how you got so lucky.

you decide the reason why fate decided to give you such a blessing of a lover doesn't matter when settles behind you and wraps his arms around your middle. you don't need to question—just savour it.

 ♡.

# * . & | SCARAMOUCHE

gremlin man would be a bit of an ass about it first (as expected) because that's just how he is. not that he'd necessarily make fun of your period as per say, but he'd definitely be like, "what are you complaining so much for? don't expect me to slack off with you."

he just has issues showing affection.

leaves for work like a dick.

>:(

but then he shows up an hour later with a basket full of chocolate, ice cream, flowers, that blanket of his you love, and a few candles.

he grumbles that your whining would have annoyed him for the next week if he didn't help you (it's a lie, he didn't like the idea of you being in pain while he was doing harbinger business away from you).

he'd never admit that part though, but you know it.

he'll settle you down somewhere comfortable, like the couch or bed, and make sure you're as well looked after as you can be. this is one of those times when he gets protective because, yeah, you're in pain and he doesn't like that. at all.

dealing with your period is a difficult opponent for him. had it been a person threatening you or causing you pain, scaramouche would have taken care of it pretty quickly. but considering there is, well, no one to get his revenge on for causing your suffering, he's at a bit of a loss.

the chocolate he brought is from an expensive snezhnaya confectionary, and he went to the best infirmary to find something to alleviate the pain a little. even the candles look like they'd cost a hand and leg to buy. basically, everything is top quality and specially sourced. all stuff he'd thought would help you.

(he had asked childe and signora what to do—signora laughed him out of the room, but childe took pity).

that's definitely the reason for the last item in the basket.

"hmm? what's this?" you ask, retrieving what turns out to be a stuffed plush toy of a purple cat, with big ears and a button nose. it wears a little frown. your heart squeezes and you hide a chuckle. scaramouche got this...?

"ah. tartaglia let me know that such toys are commonplace for when someone's on their period. of course, i had to get the best if it'll help relieve your sickness. he mentioned that cats were best, though i forget which colour—"

at which you can't help but let out an amused, "where did he hear that?" you squish the toy's cheeks up and laugh at the implications of your clueless, harbinger boyfriend buying a cute plushie because he heard it would automatically make you feel better. (it does).

scaramouche looks mortified and furious all at once.

"i'm going to kill that orange-haired bastard—"

"oh, stop, scara. it's cute." when you giggle at him, his cheeks turn pink. grumbles that childe feeding him false, embarrassing information is not cute but if it makes you happy then fine.

affection with scara is always a bit interesting. especially in circumstances such as this.

he calls you a brat, and then runs a bath. he grumbles about how clingy you are, and then holds you against his chest. he complains about you being a crybaby, and then tenderly massages your abdomen to relieve cramps.

he doesn't mean anything that he says—his actions prove that. not to mention the way his scoffs are laced with affection.

he'll lie around with you all day, letting you bury your face into his stomach/chest, listening to you grumble—he can't help but smile at your complaints about the world and mother nature, when your face is hidden in him and you can't see. his fingers will run through your hair and massage your scalp. scaramouche will offer a good few complaints about the world too, to join in with you.

god forbid anyone comes to your door requesting that you take part in a mission, or trying to tell him that he isn't just allowed to abandon his harbinger duties for however long you need him.

he'll threaten them with an early retirement or an early grave if they come back to bother you, and then slam the door in their faces.

mean but loving scara ♡

he really does try his best, even if he's bad with his words. being tender is tough for the sixth fatui harbinger.

if his usually harmless words actually get to you (because period mood swings and vulnerability suck), and god forbid you start to cry, he'd panic.

cue freak-out time.

scara is a shitty apologiser. he rarely apologises for everything unless he super badly fucks up, but this feels like a super bad fuck-up. the last thing he wants is to genuinely upset you. especially when you've been in clear pain the whole day. so what the hell is he supposed to do now?

your hunched form on the bed, face buried in your arms and knees drawn up to your chest, looks pitiful with the way you tremble with sobs. your shoulders are shaking. panic fills him up inside. fuck. all he'd said was to not be so needy when he handed you a hot water bottle he'd fixed himself. it wasn't something that he meant. those kind of jabs between you two were just second nature, usually you shot them back with a teasing tone and a poked out tongue—something like, "then don't keep entertaining my needs, stupid"—but now you were in tears? it made him panic a little.

"uh, Y/N, you..." he tests his words. "these emotions aren't necessary."  it wasn't spoken in a mean tone, careful and gentle at the edges. he really was just trying to help. obviously, it was the wrong thing to say. you start crying harder. he mutters under his breath, "what the fuck?" and pinches the bridge of his nose. shit. shit. a sigh leaves his mouth and he approaches your side of the bed, where you're obviously feeling terrible. honestly, at this point you just want him to leave you alone to suffer. even though he's been taking care of you all day. that one little comment had triggered a nasty mood swing. ugh. it felt like shit. he tried again, "i—"

"you can be so fucking mean, scara," you mutter. why did he have to say things like that? it was what you'd signed up for, but today? when you'd had the worst cramps you'd had in ages and felt tired all over? "why can't you just be nice like every other boyfriend is?" that's a pretty nasty jab—it makes him stiffen. right for the insecurity that he's going to lose you. you want to shake some sense into yourself, but quite frankly you're too upset to care. 

the bed dips as he sits down beside you. he seems to consider his options for a moment, before he's shifting right up to your hunched form and putting his arms around you, letting you thud your head against his chest. hmph, you think irritably, but don't pull away. your eyes sting. you want to go to sleep. 

"you know i didn't mean that, dumbass." this is hard for him. he's not used to being so outwardly physically affectionate with him initiating.

you punch him in the chest, fist thudding weakly and dully with a lack of force. "don't call me dumbass."

scaramouche can't help but frown. while he mentally calculates what to do—how is he supposed to reassure you? does he be nice? what can he say? how to be nice?—his hands smooth over your shoulders, face pressed into your hair. a sniffle leaves you. it's clear you're still in pain too, knees moving upwards so they're trapped between both of your bodies. it's an attempt to curl up. 

"tch," he mutters. he cups your face in his hands. the soft action contradicts his words. it's rare to see such a vulnerable side of scaramouche, but you see it now. those affectionate eyes, a little sad from upsetting you, and the soft, kissable slope of his slightly downturned lips. "such a crybaby..." he murmurs softly, tenderly, stroking his thumb over your cheek. there's no venom in it—the word has become more of a pet name at this point than an insult. he lays a gentle kiss on your mouth, leaning his forehead against yours. if only there was some other way to help you. how to fix this...? "i—... i'm sorry for upsetting you. it... wasn't my intention..." you can see how much it pains him to apologise—a man with such high pride that you often have to knock him down a few pegs.

you're still grumpy with him. you huff and grumble, pull your teary, disgruntled face out of his caring hands. but you're too sore, tired, and emotionally worn out to put up a fight. plus, despite your emotions, you know your anger and hurt is misplaced and irrational. this is just how scaramouche is. you love him for it. you love him. so you mumble a grouchy, "you're such a dick," and bury your face into his chest. hug him tight and let his shirt catch the rest of your frustrated tears. there's a pout on your lips.

he hums, knowing it well, though this is one of those times where he genuinely feels bad for it. his hand strokes through your hair, and his other comes to rest on the small of your back. it centres him to feel the soft rise and fall of your breaths with your body pressed over your own. "brat." he leaves a kiss on your forehead as you slip into sleep—and scaramouche prepares for when you wake up. "whatever. i already said i'd take care of you, didn't i?"

♡.

# * . & | THOMA

thank god for a pyro vision boyfriend.

will take a few days off of housekeeping duty to stay home with you when your period is at its worst stages.

he's always warm so expect a lot of snuggles!

thoma is very, very comforting and affectionate when you're ill, and this time is no different. forehead kisses, hair stroking, cuddles with you snug and safe against his chest. he'll just let you cling to him all day if that's what you want. has no complaints because it means he gets to be close to you and helps you feel a little better.

if you're like me, who gets emotional and insecure when you're on your period, he'd be the type to constantly reassure you that everything's okay and that he's not going anywhere. indulges in your clinginess.

he's perfect.

he'll dote on your every hand and foot (cough cough, malewife). because of his duties in the kamisato household, he's just really good at this kind of stuff. if you need anything, man will literally leap off of the bed/couch and run to get whatever you want. literally the perfect boyfriend wtf.

overachiever.

he'd be the type to have you curled against his chest and between his legs while he reads a book and fits your face in the crook of his neck. rubs your spine and shoulders and just leaves kisses in your hair.

lets you nap on him!

he heats up his hands with his pyro vision and uses them to warm your stomach and lower back. free heat pack cramp reliever boyfriend. will literally remain in that position forever just to help the pain go away. (idk about you but period me would BAWL if my boyfriend ever did this for me, so if you do that then thoma will be quick to comfort you).

will make you mondstadt dishes from whatever he can remember. he likes making dishes from his hometown (he gets homesick) and would make you healthy but super indulgent meals. particularly likes making you soup.

probably bakes you chocolate-chip cookies too.

will clean up if you bleed through anything. that's always super embarrassing, so you bet he'd be on it so fast. "don't worry about it, babe. i'll take care of it!"

never lets you feel humiliated.

he'll hold your hand and do any lovey dovey stuff that you want.

occasionally does idiotic shit by accident, like smacking himself in the head with a broom when he's cleaning up. it always makes you giggle from where you'd been lying—previously miserable—on the couch. he always shoots you a crooked grin and a wink after.

keeps checking to see how you are. like, when you're eating he'll continue to look over at you with a smile to make sure you're content and enjoying the food he made for you. will watch you while he cleans because he's in love and wants to make sure you're happy. just enamoured with you.

and the moment you look less than okay, he's right there asking what you need.

he's just perfect.

"thoma, you don't have to do all of this..." you murmur, but really don't want to leave as you snuggle against his warm chest, feeling his hands stroke caringly down your back. he's already done your chores around the house—cleaning, done the dishes, made sure your sheets were fresh. you hadn't even asked him to do anything. it's good enough that he's just here. but he insisted.

"ah, nonsense," thoma replies, gently massaging the skin around the small of your spine, helping to relieve back pain. "it made you feel better, right?" it's true that a clean home always makes you feel more accomplished, more comfortable, especially when you're in pain and all you want to do is rest. that, and he'd cooked for you. had you relax on the couch while he made lunch and then baked, took care of you. you're used to spending your periods alone. having someone so loving be with you through them... it meant so much.

you can't help but tuck your face into the crook of his neck, feeling safe. he lets you nuzzle there. "weren't you meant to be at work?"

"hmm? oh, i took some days off. i don't like leaving you alone like this." he grins when you slap his side lightly, silently warning him that he still needs to go to his job. "if you're worried for me, don't be. ayaka said it was perfectly fine. she actually mentioned that it was a nice gesture—that you were lucky or something." thoma mentions it like it's a throwaway comment, voice breathy with amusement. he's so selfless it's stupid.

"well i am!" you exclaim, lifting up your face to stare him in the eye. "you're taking care of me even though this is something that happens every month. and you're here anyway! just because you know i like you being with me." you cling to the front of his shirt, pouting a little. more pain and nausea shoots through you at the action—you can't help but wince. thoma immediately cups your face when he notices you're hurting.

he looks a bit quizzical. "i don't know why i wouldn't."

with a groan you flop down again. he instinctively runs his hand through your hair and smooths his fingers over the back of your head. "ugh. you're too good. don't ever leave me." he's so, so warm—you could fall asleep like this any second. it's so easy to forget about the agony of your cramps when he's here distracting you. especially with his natural heat.

thoma chuckles, his legs still cradling you. now, his hand slides down to your lower stomach again in order to help ease any incoming cramps. he's too thoughtful. "i don't plan on leaving you, don't worry. ever, actually. you're stuck with this."

"the audacity of you to say that like it's a bad thing," you grumble, looping your arms around the back of his neck to get closer to him. your period might be the bane of your existence, but lazy days like this with thoma all to yourself make it somewhat bearable.

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# * . & | KAZUHA

ginger tea.

also fennel, raspberry, green, chamomile—he makes anything herbal to relieve cramps and help you relax.

will let you cuddle up against him and will hold you while he recites romantic poetry like a sap and leaves kisses in your hair.

is the type of boyfriend to literally apologise for your period and cramps as if it's his fault.

wtf kazu?

is always making sure you're hydrated. strokes your hair a lot and convinces you to eat and drink even if you're feeling too sick to, because he knows it will help you feel better.

honestly, you having bad cramps and feeling so shitty freaks him out a little. he doesn't like to see you hurting, especially when it's out of his control. expect him to have a calm demeanour like always, but be stressing on the inside. he's also extra clingy when you're like this. (the consequences of watching his best friend die). just wants you to be okay.

writes you haikus and other fragments of poetry to cheer you up.

rubs circles into the small of your back while cuddling with you. will give you a massage if you're sore.

he'll kiss the tears off your face if you start crying (it will upset him too) and just keeps you company very well.

usually he likes being out and about—exploring, indulging in his freedom, admiring the world while in the sun and wind—but in these moments there's nowhere he'd rather be than with you. he won't dare leave you like this.

he probably asks beidou for advice the first time you have your period while dating him.

beidou quite literally has to end up pushing him out of the door because he won't stop asking her questions. everything she answers with, he needs to elaborate on. like: okay, three to seven days—will there be cramps all that time? mood swings—would they prefer to see me, will that upset them? chocolate—what kind? no caffeine—does that include in chocolate? what teas are most effective? where to find hot water bottles? best meals?

she locks him out.

he really just wants to make it as comfortable for you. especially since this will be a monthly thing and he needs to know how to help from now on. you two are in this together.

literally makes you a nest in your bed, with blankets, pillows, a pot of tea, and a hot water bottle. nestles you up so you're all comfortable and safe. gives you whatever you want.

disappears for a little while and you're like wtf.

but then...

"kazu?" you groan when kazuha returns to your room, after having been absent for enough time to it to be noticeable. you’re hunched in a fetal position, hands clasped over your abdomen. it hurts. your hormones are wreaking havoc on your emotions—now, when you glance over at him at the end of your bed, with a soft smile and his sleeve rolled up, you get a bit teary. you'd half been worried he'd left you. "where did you go?"

one of his hands strokes over your hair, the other gently laying over your knee. "i readied a hot bath. if you're feeling up for it i can take you there. or we can stay here, if you'd prefer. either is perfectly fine."

you take a moment to shove your face in the pillow and groan out something between a pained sound from your cramps, and a sob at what you'd done to deserve a boyfriend this sweet. then you push yourself up into a sitting position, wincing. he's quick to kiss the tears away from your face and hold out a hand to help you up. 

"thank you, kazuha," you murmur as he leads you to the bathroom. he's so careful with you. "you're so kind."

he offers you one of his gentle smiles. "don't say that like it isn't what you deserve. i'd do all this for you and more, my love. i'm sure that one day i'll be able to harness even the stars for you. the sun, the moon, they're all yours. hmm, maybe i can turn that into a haiku..."

you whisper to yourself, "archons. you'll kill me like this, kazu."

it feels like you've ascended to celestia when you actually see the bath. it's rolling with hot steam, scattered with rose petals and slightly cloudy with the presence of the lavender bath salts you can smell in the air (for relaxation and cramp relief). various candles have been lit around the room, glowing in the otherwise dim light. it's lovely. something this thoughtful and romantic isn't very unusual for kazuha, but it still takes your miserable brain by surprise. all you can do is stare in awe. here you are, feeling gross and sore, and kazuha did... all this... just to make you feel better? a lump forms at the back of your throat.

he looks at you hopefully, "are you happy?"

all you can do is swallow and nod as he leads you over to the edge, words stolen from your mouth. it's all you need. "kazuha, i—"

"you don't need to thank me," he replies, hugging you close to him. his lips press to your forehead as you squeeze your glossy eyes closed. "i'm sorry you have to be in pain. i hope this can... ease your suffering a little. i'll be right here."

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Hello! Can you write kink headcanons for Yoimiya Ayaka and Scaramouche? ♡

kink headcanons (yoimiya, ayaka, scaramouche)

yoimiya, ayaka, and scaramouche's biggest kinks, as headcanoned by me!

# * . & | characters: ayaka, scaramouche, yoimiya.

# * . & | content: nsfw 18+ only, ayaka x reader, yoimiya x reader, scaramouche x reader, smut, gn reader, switch! reader, sub! scaramouche, praise kink, gags, overstim, bondage, blindfolds, pegging, soft sex, degradation, rough sex, semi-public. just a whole lot of kinks.

# * . & | type: headcanons.

# * . & | word count: 1,969.

of course i can, thank you so much for this request! this is my first time doing kink headcanons, so i hope they're alright! hopefully they fit the characters ♡ i might come back to update this list later if i realise any other kinks they'd have  (´꒳`)

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# * . & | YOIMIYA

BONDAGE — idk why, i'm just feeling this for her. it goes both ways: she'd like to be tied up, and she'd like to tie you up (whichever you're into). think of ropes around her wrists, tying her ankles to bedposts or her arms to the head of a bed. she'd be into shibari too, 100%, and would like to be bound with red rope. she likes how it leaves her at your mercy, and there's something about the loss of control that she finds delicious.

FACE SITTING — idk if this really counts as a kink? but she'd love giving head with you sitting on her face. no matter what kind of genitalia you have, this is one of her favourite things to indulge in. either way, sit on her. actually, she'd love giving head in general. she's generous. (she'd definitely hump the bed or a pillow while eating you out/sucking you off, it would turn her on so much). but the face-sitting position, with her clutching your thighs and being overwhelmed with the taste of you... yeah ♡

MORNING SEX — also just sleepy, lazy sex in general. she has this thing about waking up and fucking you in the early morning haze, when the sun is shining in lazily through the window and the sheets are a mess. it's partly domestic, and partly just because she thinks your morning voice is hot. plus, in her opinion, there's no better way to start the day than with an orgasm or two. morning sex with yoimiya is usually pretty relaxed, often just grinding or humping, or lazy fucking. it gets her day going.

NIPPLE PLAY — yeah, she'd love this. if you ever grope at her breasts, she'll instantly be turned on. (will give you one of those bright, excited smiles, knowing you're in the mood). do it as foreplay and it'll have her writhing and begging for your mouth on them. she just has super sensitive nipples. she also has this thing about you marking her breasts. since she bruises easily, the lingering hickeys will remain there for days. but, yes, just give her nipples all the attention. lick them, bite them, pinch them, knead her tits. sometimes, when you're fucking her, she'll stimulate them herself by pinching and rubbing. it'll have her throwing her head back.

TEMPERATURE PLAY — mix this with the bondage and nipple play. use ice cubes and cold water, then hot wax. will make her whine and writhe against her bindings. you could also blindfold her for this.

FUN SEX — again, this isn't really a kink! just a little headcanon i have. but sex with yoimiya would just be super light-hearted and silly (at least, it starts out that way). i feel like you two would laugh quite a lot. especially since she's always talking. working up to the act and foreplay would probably contain a lot of giggles and a lot of cheeky pinches/bites.

THIS EXTRA, SOFT HEADCANON I GUESS — random headcanon, but i feel like yoimiya would like to have sex somewhere secluded but in perfect view of fireworks shows. whether outside, somewhere hidden, or just in a bedroom with the windows open and a great view. it's canon that she gets all lost in the beauty of fireworks and i think she'd love to fuck watching them. whether it's rough, or soft and gentle, yoimiya just wants to see the sky light up when her bare body is pressed against your own. note that all her attention would be on the fireworks, no matter what you're doing, but it's adorable that way. you can always see the colourful, fiery reflections in her eyes as she stares at them in quiet awe.

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# * . & | AYAKA

BODY WORSHIP — i can't see ayaka being overly kinky (at least at first) and she'd definitely start out preferring the softer, more romantic stuff. she's tentative and shy, so body worship is perfect for her. take your time running your hands over her, kissing her thighs, stomach, hips, breasts, wrists. leave hickeys and lick everywhere. also tell her how beautiful she is. she'd enjoy this as both foreplay, and while actually fucking. ayaka just needs to be taken care of.

PRAISE — of course. don't be mean to ayaka, it'll probably upset her. she just wants to hear about how wonderful she's doing, how lovely she looks and how amazing she feels. stuff like "pretty girl" and "just like that" and "so obedient" turns her absolutely pliant, will have her whimpering and clutching at you. she adores lovey sex because of this. you can be absolutely railing her but the moment you murmur gentle praises, and of course "i love you"s, she'll get so soft and give you those adoring eyes. she's definitely cried before because of how loved and cared for you make her feel. idk, just be gentle with her.

HAND-HOLDING — lace your fingers with her while you fuck, and pin her arms above her head with your hands intertwined. makes her want to cry and cum at the same time.

BLINDFOLDING — just, yes. obscuring her vision with black cloth blindfolds while you manhandle, tease, and fuck her. she'd love this so much. pair this with a bit of bondage, and bingo.

TEASING — lots of it. public or otherwise. brush your hand up against her thighs when you're sitting down, murmur something against the shell of her ear, rub your fingers on her waist when you have an arm tucked around her. it doesn't matter if you're safely in the confines of your home, are in the streets of inazuma, or are at a fancy gathering put on by the kamisato clan. she'll shiver and go red. even just kissing her in public has her turning pink. she gets so flustered and embarrassed easily. be prepared for her to blush. a lot. she gets so worked up over every little thing, pretty much all of it turns her on. of course, no one can tell, but expect her to be a blushing, horny mess for the duration of your time out. she'll be restless on her feet, face shyly tilted towards the ground or hidden behind her hand, often hiding beside you.

MUTUAL MASTURBATION — ayaka loves this. she likes the intimacy of getting off beside you—of making eye contact while she rubs and fingers herself to her release, or throwing an arm over her pink face because it's too much. you definitely catch her masturbating on occasion, and can't help but to join her and praise how pretty she is, even though she's super embarrassed at being caught. ayaka just thinks it's wonderful. especially the moaning your name, skin beading with perspiration, while she reveals all of herself to you without you being able to touch. and she finds watching you at the same time so hot.

SEMI-PUBLIC SEX — it makes her incredibly embarrassed, but this is something she loves. particularly after the way you tease her all the time. you'll have to be the one to kick it off, she's too nervous, but she'll let you know by rogue touches and shy, suggestive murmurs in your ear. this often means pulling her into closets, bathrooms, her private garden, empty rooms at expensive parties. anywhere out of the public eye, but when you can't quite make it home.

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# * . & | SCARAMOUCHE

PEGGING — what can i say? this man needs to be put in his place. there's nothing he loves more than being bent over when he's being bratty, or being folded in half after a rough day, and having all of his worries and attitude fucked out of him. if you have a dick, then you don't have to worry about it, but if you don't then a strap is just the perfect option. nothing gets him like being fucked does.

ROUGH SEX — whether he's topping, or you are, this is a must. he needs it to be filthy, rough, and mean. he wants to be shown who's in charge, and he wants to show who's in charge. leave bruises on him, choke him, spank him, bend him in half. you just really need to leave him fucked out and he better be aching the next day (or you, if you prefer to sub).

BONDAGE + GAGGING — scaramouche talks too much. he's got a nasty tongue, and he's disobedient as hell. gag him to shut him up (he'll still try to speak around the gag, but at least later all you'll hear are his muffled moans), and definitely tie his hands behind his back when he gets too badly behaved and handsy. he loves being treated in this way, but it's also a major punishment for him. if you're rough with him like this, be prepared for him to genuinely be upset once he's fully fucked-out and a little bit in sub space. especially with the bondage. he loves it at the time, but there's a possibility for it to go bad, so make sure you give him loads of aftercare and assure him that, no, you don't actually hate him speaking.

EDGING — he hates it, he loves it. being edged drives him up the wall but he cums so hard afterwards that he can't really complain. edging will have him begging, promising to be good, etc. this is really how you wear him down as a brat. get him so close to cumming and then be cruel and remove all stimulants, leave him hanging. or put a cockring on him. either way is great.

OVERSTIMULATION — do this after you edge him, and he'll be an absolutely beautiful, broken mess. just... don't stop. he'll beg for you to give him a break, that he can't orgasm anymore, but it won't change the fact that he'll actively fuck himself back on you if you dare pause what you’re doing. overstim will have him crying, writhing, totally limp and not knowing what he even wants. he loves being in that state.

PRAISE + DEGRADATION — a bit of both. desperately craves being told that he's doing good, but also wants to be called a dirty, useless whore. interchanging them, or combining them together—e.g. "my pretty, pathetic slut. look at you. my good, filthy fucktoy"—will have him cumming. he's the biggest slut for it. he also gives this back to you. he's undeniably a mean brat at first, spouting insults of "is that the best you can do?" and "pathetic" when you start fucking him. once you put him in his place, he'll be crying about how good you're giving it to him and how well you fill him up. scara doesn't know what he wants and that's so pretty ♡

BRAT-TAMING — self-explainable. he's a little shit. he needs to have his face pressed down into a pillow and get railed until he's a sobbing mess just begging for more.

EXHIBITIONISM + THREESOMES — he'd have to be worked up to this at first, because he's not a fan of anyone seeing him vulnerable, but after you've done it once, he's hooked. being watched gives him this rush. he has to put on a show. when threesomes are brought into the mix, once again, brat-taming is very important here. he'll be mean at first, but once he's a begging mess, then you and the other person can really coo and admire him. ultimately, he finds he likes being manhandled and passed between two people, just being a tool for pleasure and being reduced to a whiney mess. it has to be with people he trusts only, but oh does he have fun. especially when you and the third party are railing every thought out of his head while talking about him like he's not there, praising him and calling him names. he fucking loves it. (coming soon 👀).

♡.

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asdfghjkl this is my first time tryna be moots with someone because i prefer the anonymity 😭 anyways ☁️ anon here not really an anon anymore lmfao

omg hiiii !! this is so exciting ♡♡ I RECOGNISE YOUR USER FROM MY NOTIFS omg it's so nice to finally be able to put a face to the name (for lack of a better term) 💖💕 i'm excited to be moots with you !!!!

i'm so happy rn !! (≧◡≦) ♡

#📮.poppy's.letters #☁️.anon #now #cvsmix.♡ #i think that's how i'll tag it? #unless you want me to call you cloudy? <3

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omg 。ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ+)ﾟ。♡

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asgfkl tysm for replying to my request! it's so cute especially thoma's! i was smiling like an idiot and ngl it made me sob 😭💕 and you shouldn't worry ab your writings! they're absolutely beautiful and perfect! ❤

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omg of course !! i'm so glad you liked it ♡🥺 thank you so much, this is so kind! i hope you're feeling a little bit better, ☁️ anon ꒰ ˘꒳˘ᐢ꒱

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Also for the future comfort of dom readers maybe instead of tagging it as “kinda dom reader” it’s better to just say “switch reader” if you’re gonna mention the character topping/domming🙂

ah okay i'll have a look! i mean, i tend to just tag it as kinda dom when it's a bit ambiguous, or where it will contain primarily dom reader content (bc that's what i like to write) but i make it more ambiguous bc the ask never specified (ig i'm assuming this ask is talking about my recent kink headcanons? i don't remember what i tagged them as now). i'll check out what you're referring to and see. thanks for telling me

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The doing shibari on them post was so good bad me drooling 🤤 but then when it came to kaeyas part you mentioned “kaeya has done shibari on you” and it just…. Ruined it a little bit for me I’m sorry 😭I hate when writers tag a fic as dom!Reader and sub!character but then mention the character domming….

ohh okay, i'll try to be more mindful of that in the future ig! i'm sorry, i haven't written smut on tumblr in years so i suppose i didn't really consider that sentence. i'll probably just delete that line then because it wasn't very important! :)

#📮.poppy's.letters #💌.poppy.speaks #i feel bad fjskkfksf #sorry !!

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sCARAMOUCHE'S HAND IN THE ARCHON QUEST 🥵 sir do you need a carpet, i can lie flat for you to step all over me <3

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KSJDHFKSDHFJKSDF OMG i haven't done the new archon quest act yet??? (i'm a bit behind) BUT I CAN'T WAIT PLS !! scara is so hot ughhhh i would be a doormat for him tbh ♡

be prepared for me to thirst for him more when i play the act III and see him in all his glory 🥵

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cockwarming scaramouche and forcing him and yourself to not move. it'd be hard but all's worth it bec you get to hear him whine and beg. mayb add some ropes there too, scara's a brat and he would disobey you any chance he gets

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oh my god, YES. firstly, subby scara my beloved. secondly, COCKWARMINGGGG ♡

i’m not sure if this is with scara giving or receiving, but either way (and he’d absolutely do either way), the idea of this is delicious. you’d 100% have to tie him up! he’d be so demanding and handsy otherwise. his arms being bound behind his back is a must. unfortunately, that way, all he’s really got left in his mouth. and he shit talks. he tells you to move, gets irritated, probably insults you. he has a mean mouth. and basically, yeah, he just lives to fight back and disobey you. gagging him is an option that would shut him up fast.

i think no matter what, he’d be the kind of brat who just moves. like even if you bind his arms behind his back, or even if you gag him, he’d still be a fucking brat. if it’s you inside of him, he’d end up using his legs as leverage to attempt to ride you. you’d need to grab him by the hips and forcibly hold him there. even then, he’d rotate his hips in an attempt to get stimulation, and grind down. and if he was in YOU, oh my god, delicious. he’d be trying to thrust up into you even with your weight attempting to pin him down. he’d just be so impatient. you’d punish him for it later, of course. but he can’t help it, really. it just feels too incredible to stay still.

it’d be hard for you too, to not move. it’s worth it, of course, to wear him down and make him wholly yours. but keeping totally still while he begs and grinds would be so hard. all you want to do is grab him, shut him up (maybe choke him or sit on his face), and fuck every last ounce of brat out of him. whether face-down, in the mating press, or riding him, i bet he’d be so fucking whiny and bratty that it would be so hard to just not put an end to his pathetic whines (you’ll do that after, of course).

in the end, he’d become so desperate. the sensation of being filled, or filling you up, for so long without any other stimulation has him a whining, begging mess. he just wants to feel you. he’d be babbling and begging either way, but i feel like if you had gagged him then whatever you used to shut him up would be soaked with his spit—he still talks while he’s gagged, because fucking of course, even if it comes out garbled and barely there. and having him gagged would end up making him teary with desperation, he’d probably sob when you finally removed it. the gag is just particularly mean (though deserved), because, you don’t even want to hear what he has to say? brilliant brat-taming technique for scara.

he’d end up begging and writhing, considering what you’re doing to him unfair. you’re 100% right, he’d become a whiny mess. just desperate for you to finally move. he’d probably be reduced to promising to be good if you gave him any sense of relief: words of, “i’ll be good, i swear, just please, please,” and, “just— just move,” and, “please, you can’t keep me here like this.” (yes, you can). it would be brilliant punishment for him. and also so delicious.

i love cockwarming sm, byeeee

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AHDBDLAJDL I'M ALSO ON ASIA SRVER but i play mobile so co-op usually lags for me 🥲

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OOOOOH OMG !! i play on playstation so my co-op is generally pretty good but ah that's a shame 😭 lag is so shitty :(

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wait, may i ask what's your server??

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of course !! i actually have two accounts — my main and og one (AR 41) is on asia! my second is on america, and i'm only AR 27 on that one! my character builds on both are bad tho 🤒 currently farming artifacts ♡

#☁️.anon #📮.poppy's.letters #💌.poppy.plays #my dmg is so bad bye #currently trying to get yoimiya on my NA acc so if anyone wants to whale for me 😋

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Oh my god, I just found your account and your writing is SO GOOD!!!!!! That Ningguang birthday piece had me hanging off of every word!! You're very articulate!!!

Out of curiosity, did you still take thirsting in your askbox because GOD do I have a lot I could say about Eula Lawrence~

AH thank you so much !!! this makes me so happy ♡ it's really nice to hear that people enjoy my writing, even if it's just horny content skdjhfdkfh (*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡

yes, my inbox is always open for thirsting !! fic requests will take longer but i can usually reply to thirsts right away — and i LOVE getting sent thirsts! please send in any! (as a side-note, if anyone sends stuff to my inbox that's not explicitly labelled as a request or stated like "can you please write [x]" i'll just assume it's a thirst! so people who are requesting actual fics/headcanons/etc, make sure to make it known ♡). i love answering thirsts of any kind, especially the genshin women, my beloveds!

and omg i have a confession to make,, i have not done eula's story quest yet and have yet to actually meet her 😔 it's honestly embarrassing hehekjsdf! i only started playing genshin in april and am just AR 41 so 👉👈 all i know about eula is that she's hot. but definitely send your eula thirsts in, because i'm planning on doing her quest ASAP and she's so sexyyy so please !! ♡

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what do you think ab kamisato ayato?? personally i want him to degrade me and use his status against me all the time 😭 also can i be ☁️ anon

OMG i just know he's so hot. i've seen so much attractive fanart of his potential design and PHEW he already owns me. tall sexy clan head?? ayaka's older brother?? soft but commanding at the same time?? i don't always want to bottom for men, but i'd let this man rail the hell out of me 😩

YES i can picture him using degradation in bed, and making you call him titles (like 'master', or 'sir', etc) while he fucks you. he probably has a corruption kink too? and the status thing FOR SURE. he'd remind you of your place and all that. also this is a super random headcanon but i feel like he'd touch your face a lot (e.g. cupping your cheeks in both of your hands when he's soft and in love) and specifically when he's commanding and filthy he'd hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilt your head up. (also opening your mouth with his fingers but woahh let's not unpack that rn).

i also feel like the degradation thing would be a total switch-up in his personality too?? like i imagine he generally has a softer, romantic and tender personality (it's canon that he's very kind). but then the moment he's in a sexual situation he's filthy as hell, and super degrading. it's a total 180. it would be so hot oh my goddd. i bet his aftercare would be godly then. very soft and he'd take very good care of you. would definitely light candles and run a bath and carry you in his arms.

as for his apprearance, i personally imagine that he'd be very tall and super pretty, with long pale blue hair like ayaka's put up in a high ponytail? (i hope he gets zhongli's height model). i wistfully imagine that he's a mixture between like really beautiful and ethereal, and a commanding aura. also i hope he wears eyeliner/eyeshadow like xiao and zhongli, as a treat 🤲

here are two pieces of fanart of him that i love: one, two.

no bc why am i so in love with a man who hasn't even appeared in canon yet, help meee

and of course you can be ☁️ anon !! it's nice to meet you ♡

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Are you taking requests??

hi! yes, i just opened them !! ♡

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omg your theme is gorgeous 😭

omg thank you so much !!! this is too sweet ♡♡🥺

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