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— a genshin impact smau

pairing scaramouche / wanderer x fem!reader

You say you’re just friends. You say it every time you leave a party together, every time you wake up tangled in sheets, every time you swear it’s the last time. But habits form, lines blur, and pretending gets harder when jealousy starts to sting.

tags friends with benefits, college / university setting, fluff and angst, comedy

warnings mature content, profanity, suggestive jokes, alcohol, intimacy, tba

status 2/9/25 — [on-going]

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⟳ PROFILES ⟳

⟡ 00. LAST

⟡ 01. BET ⟡ 02. MASK ✦ 03. FALSE HOPE ⟡ 04. CALL

✦ 05. GOODNIGHT ⟡ 06. FURTHER DOWN ✦ 07. SOLACE

✦ 08. FLOWER CHARM ✦ 09. MEANS NOTHING

⟡ 10. BFF ADVICE ⟡ 11. NEVERMIND ✦ 12. CHIN UP

⟡ 13. SHE’S BACK ✦ 14. NEVER MINE ⟡ 15. GHOST

⟡ 16. BFF ADVICE 2 ⟡ 17. TBA ⟡ 18. TBA ⟡ 19. TBA

⟡ 20. TBA ⟡ 21. TBA

note not a new author, just a new account. you may have read some of my deleted works before so say hi if you recognize my writing style ^^ it’s not guaranteed that i’ll finish this work. i’m doing this smau for fun so i’ll update when i feel like it. sorry in advance!

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PROMISCUOUS BOY

prompt: your next-door neighbour keeps bringing hookups one night after other disturbing your precious sleep. exhausted, you decide to write a letter venting all your frustrations — not expecting that in the middle of all this it would reach it recipient.

pairing: blade, jing yuan x fem! reader

cw: scenario format, modern au, slightly ooc to fit the plot, suggestive themes, mentions of sex, flirt, not beta-read

reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡

Dear apt 502’ neighbour, I understand that starting a letter with "dear" may sound a bit old-fashioned and ridiculous when I don't even know you, but I hope you take in consideration my romantic spirit as a passionate literature student and will overlook this fact. That said, the reason why we’ve never met is mainly based on the times when I leave and get home. You see, I'm in my last year of a master's degree and the university has been charging all my time and dedication, so I barely have time to take care of myself other than to fall into bed and sleep. But lately, in the late hours of the night, I’ve had my rest interrupted at the only moment when my mind should find peace. And I swear, I've tried to use all possible methods to prevent the noise from affecting me but it has been increasingly difficult. Far be it for me to look for trouble because of someone else sex' life, no. I'd rather say good for you instead. But would it be nice of you to fuck your bitches without breaking my wall in the process? I can deal with their horrible moans, but definitely not with my damaged apartment. Be that as it may, I wish you the best intentions. Your apt 503’ neighbour

Blade

Oh, how you hated your neighbour. You hated him so much.

There were few people who achieved such a feat since you were the most patient and easygoing person to ever exist. Not even your Languages ​​and Cultures II’ partner who was extremely irresponsible or your idiot ex-boyfriend who still didn't seem to understand the meaning of the word break-up were able to get out of you a feeling as negative as hate. But, well, for everything in this life there was a first time, and your not-so-dear-neighbour was getting the upper hand.

When you wrote the letter on one of the dozens of nights in which his nocturnal activities seemed to be more important than other people's rest, you didn't expect a few days later for it to disappear from your desk where it belonged, much less for your friendly doorman to confirm your worst nightmare: all the mail for the week had already been sent.

What was supposed to be a joke turned into more days and nights of stress and you even considered writing him a second letter explaining that it was all just a misunderstanding and that the cracks in your wall weren't that important after all. However, when a week passed and your next-door neighbour's sexual activities began to last until the next morning, you understood that he was deliberately mocking you and, consequently, declaring war.

Now take a good look. You were a person known for your poise and calmness in overcoming challenges despite so much pressure, so it was expected that it’d be no different this time. Except it was. Because not even the calm and composure that the gods gave you could help you ignore the terrible moans in the next room, and the investment you put into that apartment was too high to let it go unnoticed.

And so, at 7:05 am on a Sunday morning, you found yourself in front of apartment 502' door knocking continuously on it as you waited not so patiently the willingness of your neighbour to finish his fuck and attend you. How a person managed to have so much sex drive was beyond your understanding, but perhaps this was due to the fact that your neighbour was an old and lonely man who must have found pleasure in the company of women only at night. Yes, that was a plausible reason.

In the end, you spent at least five minutes abusing the door’s wood without stopping. And just as you prepared to knock once more, it suddenly opened and the man who had tormented you all your nights had finally revealed himself.

Your impressions: Well, old he certainly was. Lonely? Hard to say. Now, unfairly hot and attractive? Unexpectedly yes.

When you came to your senses, you and the half-naked man spent a long time staring at each other in silence, absorbing each other's characteristics. You were clearly affected by his beauty and he was clearly irritated by your presence.

"Are you going to stare at me all the way, or are you going to say what you want?"

You blinked once, twice, three times until his words hit you, making you visibly red with embarrassment. How rude!

"First, good morning to you too," you said venomously, "Second, didn’t you read the letter, no? What part of not breaking the wall didn’t you get?"

The man seemed to take your words into consideration for a few seconds before a sneer appeared on his lips and his eyes narrowed in amusement. He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his bare, scarred chest, making him more attractive than he already was.

"I don't see how this is up to you alone. After all, the wall is as much yours as it’s mine," he says and you open your mouth in shock.

"Excuse me? How can I not when it’s my side that is being damaged the most!"

"Then you better start looking for a bricklayer."

Gods, this man was impossible! You already knew that you hated him for a very insignificant reason, but now you were sure that he was more detestable than he let on. And the fact that he counts your arguments with that purposeful blank expression infuriated you even more.

"Unbelievable. Not only can't I keep my apartment intact, but I also have to spend sleepless nights because of the noise too."

"If the noise bothers you so much you can always come and join in," your neighbour offers with a small smirk, but the devilish glow that radiated from his crimson iris didn’t hide the true meaning behind his words.

Too embarrassed and disconcerted to continue the argument with the man, you angrily return to your house, slamming the door aggressively and containing the scream of frustration that bubbled in your chest.

Yingxing in turn couldn't help but think that you had a nice ass, and that annoy you was even better than he thought.

Jing Yuan

Two whole days looking for the letter all over your apartment took you to the most advanced stage of despair. Even though you had already ransacked your living room from floor to ceiling more times you could remember, messing up your kitchen and bedroom in the process, you still hadn't found a single trace of the piece of paper. And even though a part of you already knew that there was a high chance that the letter had been mixed in with the other correspondences and had been forwarded to its intended recipient, you'd rather have a hole in the ground swallow you than consider the only plausible option.

Even so, now here you found yourself: in front of the apartment 502’ door with a courage and pride that wasn't yours, sweat running down your spine and the dread of finally coming face to face with the man who not only ruined your last nights sleep, but who could very well ruin your social life too. God, just thinking that he could be a troublemaker and report you to the police, tarnishing your criminal record and your reputation as a good neighbor made you sick to your stomach.

But there was no other alternative. You had to make sure he hadn't opened the letter, or, in the worst case, consider not bringing this humiliation to the public.

So, minutes after knocking on the door, you were finally greeted by the resident of apartment 502 who, for much your surprise (or much delight) was wearing nothing but a bath towel with the steam's traces still emanating from his pale, wet skin. It suddenly became very clear to you why all those dozens of women made sure to scream “Oh, Jing Yuan!” every time they reached an orgasm.

"May I help you?"

Yeah. Fucking kill me, you wanted to answer.

The words you had practiced so much seemed to have escaped your brain and a familiar heat burned your cheeks. The embarrassment was huge, but you had already come this far and there was no going back. You only wished your neighbour wasn't this attractive, though.

"Hi. Good evening, sir. I’m your nextdoor neighbour and I wanted to know if by any chance you received a letter signed in my name", you stuttered so fast that you feared you’d have to repeat the sentence all over again since Jing Yuan didn’t seem to express any reaction for a few seconds. 

As the realization hit him, though, a faint gleam of amusement crossed his golden irises and mortification hit you like a bolt of lightning.

Oh shit. He had read the letter.

"Just a moment, my lady", Jing Yuan said with a playful smile on his lips and entered his apartment for a few seconds, returning shortly afterwards with the well-known envelope in hand.

He held out the letter and you trembled as you finally picked it.

"I can tell that this was not a letter intended to be sent, right?"

"No, it wasn't. And I'm so sorry for causing you so much trouble! God, what a humiliation! Now would be a great time to die", you pleaded into the void and your handsome neighbour laughed in response.

"It’s alright. You know, it's the first time I've received a letter from such a beautiful lady, although the content was definitely not what I expected", he said contemplatively crossing his huge arms on his huge chest. You looked away feeling more embarrassed, "Nevertheless, I also apologize for my lack of attention. I’ll be more considerate from now on."

If only it could get any worse. Here he was apologizing for having a healthy sex life when you should probably be doing the same. Having sex not apologizing, of course. 

Fearing that if you said anything else your words would come out more clumsy than the erratic beating of your heart, you forced a smile to your neighbour who was now looking at you intensely in slight amusement. And realizing that if you stared back at the man for too long your role as a fool would only get worse, you came up with a quick excuse to escape from there and back to your apartment. Maybe your next letter would be a goodbye to the world because you refuse to leave your home from now on.

"Thank you for your attention and again I apologize for the confusion, Mr. Jing Yuan. It was great meeting you, really, but I need to go so have a good night and don’t mind me anymore," you bow quickly and respectfully as your face burned in red, and stumble on wobbly legs back to your door.

However, before you could enter your house due to fumbling with the wrong keys for the lock, Jing Yuan let out a light laugh and replied: “It was my pleasure to meet you, Miss Neighbour. Although, I must say that I would like to keep hearing more from you from now. This time, in person, of course."

Needless to say you entered your apartment at lightning speed vowing never to exit it again, leaving behind a very good-humored Jing Yuan.

How delightful to know that you already knew his name before he even needed to introduce himself, huh.

This was short but so good (idk what to say im kinda spechless from how good it is)

Cercavo amore ma alla fine...

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Bad English, AU?, Yandere, Obsessive Behaviour, Purity Talk, Angel Luocha, GN Reader (no use of pronouns or body parts), Manipulation, Christian Talk?, Sorry its bad lol, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Pair: Luocha x Reader (Honkai: Star Rail) Words Count: 732 Title comes from the song Cercavo Amore

⤠ Acido suono sento solo te, sento solo te il resto che cos'è (Luocha, GN Reader, Yan) ⤟ HSR Masterlist ⤠ Whose dick is bigger HSR ⤟

welp.. here we are. with luocha. again lmao this was supposed to come out time ago and now I'm in a hurry cause I'm going to the cinema.... so sorry if this is a mess, between work, the hospital and me being in a hurry now it's probably bad lmao anyway luocha <3

Luocha was one of the most beloved, beautiful, and kind angel. Many look up to him, no matter their ranking. He was the picture perfect for the idea of an angel: long blonde locks, green capturing eyes, a kind and gentle smile with a soft and curated voice to accompany with.

Truly a perfect angel.

If only he didn’t have a dirty, dirty secret.

You.

You were… A normal human being. For angels, that's it. There were always some humans who were god favourite, for unknown reasons (maybe there just weren’t), so angels are supposed to look after them but you, you… You are just there. God had no plan for you, but Luocha did.

Luocha saw what everyone didn’t. Your beauty, your soul, your laugh, your smile, your pretty eyes when you would look at him, everything. He saw everything cause he was always with you; acting like your guardian angel, knowing that if he acted out of line he would fall. But where was the line? Luocha no longer sees it, no matter how much he searches. He passed it a long time ago, as it is far behind him.

The first and most important rule was to never have contact with humans, especially if an angel was guarding them. It could lead to terrible things, but no one knew exactly what. They never asked. They never dared, just following orders as they were supposed to, as they were created to.

But not Luocha. Something in him snapped, but no one could tell what or why.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” he says, gently holding your waist so you won’t fall when you accidentally bump against him. Luocha can feel himself shaking, barely holding his excitement to be finally able to touch you, smell you… Sense you all over him, driving him even more insane.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it! Thank you.” Oh, why does your voice sound sweeter now? Is it because you are directly speaking to him? You are so adorable, trying to push him away and his arm leaves your waist much to his dismay, so cute- he wants to eat you.

“I insist. How about a coffee?”

“Oh well…” you think, biting your lip like the cutie you are. He gulps, not so hearable thank god, but he probably appears more anxious than he wants to. His first impression isn’t the best, but still. Maybe it’s because he’s too beautiful. “If you offer...”

“But of course. I wouldn’t dream of letting you pay” Luocha smiled, his hand going to his chest and bowing. He offers you his arm to walk with a gentle smile, and you aren’t strong enough to say no.

The first date (that you didn’t know it was one) went surprisingly smoothly. For you. Luocha, on the other hand, was sweating in order to appear as normal as possible, a normal human beings who was absolutely no idea who he had in front of him.

None.

Absolutely no knowledge whatsoever.

But that was his first mistake: to make an actual contact with you. He wasn’t supposed to, and he shouldn’t have, now his thirst for you only grows by mere minutes, seconds even. He has no idea what to do. He can’t come back to his home after, can’t he? Or he can hide, at least for a while? Just to be an actual human being and be yours, truly yours.

That’s Luocha plan, at least.

One day his terrible mistake will be known, you can’t hide something for long, especially as an angel, but for a while, he can try. For you, for us, he thinks. Yes, yes he can.

Lying becomes easier, the more you do- something that should have terrified Luocha immediately, angels can’t lie. They aren’t supposed to, that’s the whole point. But now Luocha can, to you, to his fellow angels, everyone! It’s honestly amazing. His body shivering, a knot creating in his throat whatever he lies it’s intoxicating. It’s like a drug; the more he lies the more he feels alive, like a real person. Is that how humans feel all the time? Oh, he loves it.

And he loves you.

“Sleep now, my love…” Luocha says, caressing your cheek while you sleep in his angel form; his once beautiful pure white wings getting darker and darker. “I’ll do anything to make sure we are always together.”

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Genshin sagau except god reader is more open about their feelings to aranaras

random thought I had since sometimes I talk to my dolls about how I feel tbh

Imagine we're just venting about our problems 💀 ESPECIALLY IN THE IMPOSTOR AU

“ I don't know, I just feel like it's too much.. ” “ Aren't Naras supposed to know Creator is Nara [Name]? ”

Or you crying your ass out and they just look at you like this

They'd probably tell stories about Festival Utsava or the impact you did when you descended to Teyvat in hopes they can comfort you

Or them making a soft fluffy big flower so you can relaxingly sleep on it

or maybe them singing to you or giving you their cookings

or when you're just talking about someone lovingly they just

“ Give flowers to Nara [favorite character]! ” “ And delicious cookings too! ” “ Ararycan will accompany Creator so no feeling nervous anymore! ”

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tw : kys joke

“what the fuck is that kuni?” you blurted in the middle of the play. “who’s… kuni?” kaveh asked you. “he’s a friend i made when i went to liyue’s exchange program. we were really close.” “and that’s him?” “i believe so. unless i’m missing him to the point where i’m hallucinating haha-” “shh!” you and kaveh got shushed by the crowd. “you guys are loud.” al haitham muttered. “huh? what! no, we’re not!” kaveh rebutted. “you guys are on the balcony. so to have the people below us hear you, i’d say you two are loud.” “whatever.”

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