#its pure fluff despite the premise of the au so maybe not

[lnlywar-god]

hello! can i request sagau headcanons please? for venti, zhongli, scara, sucrose, eula and albedo?(separately ofc) reader is a big fan of them, almost a bit obsessive. like he worshipped them as a best character ever and all that. and when they do finally meet each other, reader is really anxious about having them around. what would their reaction be ?

SAGAU HEADCANONS

ooo, i like this idea, yes. hope you enjoy and excuse me if my characterization is slightly off or shallow from what you expected. thank you for giving me a banger prompt for my first ask!

includes : venti, zhongli, scaramouche, sucrose, eula, albedo 

cw : nothing much, it’s complete fluff. 

sypnosis : you really, really like them. you’re a big fan of them, dare i say to the point that it’s obsessive. and now you don’t know know what to do that they’re here, right infront of you. 

work is under the cut! 

VENTI 

Venti would be aware that you’re really anxious, but he just pushes it aside and tries to make a friend out of you (a really close one at that) without overstepping boundaries as much as he can consciously, he might overstep unconsciously.

Venti tries to get to know you better as a prerequisite to making befriending you on a higher level than the other acolytes could achieve and if ever you happen to slip up a bit of your being a big fan of him, he’s always raising his eyebrows in playful teasing and suspicion and asking you to tell him more. 

Venti would overall be chill about it when he finds out, but that doesn’t stop his ego from growing comedically large and bragging about it to everyone else. 

ZHONGLI

Mmm, I love this man. Zhongli would notice as well, and unlike Venti, he’d definitely keep the fact that you are anxious about having them around noted, so he’s very careful. 

He makes an effort to ease your anxiety about being around them by bringing you around with him often on strolls. Either way, he would’ve done so as he is the less busier of the archons and is devout in serving you, so he’s always there to keep you company and entertained. 

When he finds out, he’s flustered. Really flustered. Although he’s going to be gloating about it to the other acolytes as well sooner than you thought (in private though, even if it doesn’t really slip past by you when Venti rants to you or everyone else is glaring daggers at him when you two walk past together). 

SCARAMOUCHE

Now Scaramouche, this cute little child of mine. He’s too busy being anxious about being around you to notice you feel the same. So then he’s always going to be avoiding direct contact with you and watching from afar instead (even if he’s jealous every now and then). 

He… doesn’t really know what to do to ease your anxiety about him being around, but it works out like a miracle because you two happen to click with how awkward it gets and because of that that it becomes funny. 

When Scara finds out the reason why you’ve been so anxious, he’s inclined to get flustered as well. Unlike Zhongli and Venti, he doesn’t openly brag about it and keeps it to himself like a precious little secret, and only every now and then uses it against Tartaglia when he pisses him off. 

SUCROSE 

Sucrose would roughly be similar to Scaramouche in the sense that they’re both rather anxious to be around you too. Sucrose is just not a stalker, compared to  Scaramouche, and avoids you at all costs because she probably fears that you won’t like her. 

It’s only when Albedo leaves you with her that you two begin to actually talk, and Sucrose gains some confidence knowing that you’re anxious too and from there, starts to avoid you less and greets you whenever she passes you by in the streets of Mondstadt. 

Sucrose is the most flustered of all when she finds out why you were anxious and keeps it an absolute secret, and will always think of it. No one knows except her. It’s also another push for her to be more open with you, so in the end, you two become closer to each other through that and you accompany her on experiments more often. 

EULA

Hm, okay, Eula? She’d not have the single clue on what the hell is happening. She would notice it at some point, but not immediately. It serves to make you more anxious but on the bright side, EULA! my love for her is showing.

She will most likely try to learn what you like and join in on the kinds of things you do, even if it’s sort of undignified for someone of her status. You’ll notice her doing that sooner or later because the way she does it, it’s endearing and obvious that she’s trying, so that eases the tension.

Eula is also flustered but also honored. It’s become her drive to be a better knight to Mondstadt so she can live up to your adoration of her, and let me tell you, it’s going exceedingly well. 

ALBEDO

Okay, Albedo, I like him too. Albedo will most definitely notice, try to make you comfortable (discreetly) and is very welcoming.

He’s definitely asked help from others on their approach to this situation to form a hypothesis as to how he’s going to approach it himself, but he doesn’t really get an answer that he knows he can do without feeling conscious. Ends up with him doing the little things for you that you’d grown to appreciate (such as doing little favors for you and letting you accompany him in his experiments) and poof! Anxiety? Gone. 

Albedo, he’d be honored. Similar to Eula, he just strives to be a better acolyte because of this and does everything and anything to make you happy and understand you like no one else could. 

[sassy-pelican]

Soulmate AU 3: Sebastian Stan

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x plus-size-fem!Reader (based off self) Premise: On your twenty-first birthday, or the twenty-first birthday of your soulmate, you inhabit their body for twenty-four hours. The reader/you wake(s) up as Sebastian Stan. Warning: Fluff, humor, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, 18+

A/N: This is the third part of my Soulmate AU for Sebastian Stan. Part one can be here, and part two here. Both need to be read to fully understand everything going on in this part. All the same warnings and notes from the previous author’s notes apply for this one as well. Remember to wrap it before you tap it people. Your body does not have a fanfiction pussy/dick. Please enjoy. This is unedited.

 Your POV

Neither you nor Sebastian knew exactly how long he was going to be in Canada. You knew it was going to be longer than you liked. Already you felt as if some part of you was missing. Something you didn’t know wasn’t there until after you met him, if met is the right word for it. Although, you two have been making the distance work.

Late night facetimes, calls, texts, all of it. Yet still it didn’t seem like enough. Neither one of you have spoken about the sexual escapades you did while inhabiting each other’s bodies. There was no need. You both woke up with the consequences of one another’s actions. But, some part of you wished that you did. That you did talk about it; even if your intentions were anything but pure.

Your phone dings. You smile. Hoping beyond hope that it is Sebastian and he has good news. Or at least news at this point. 

You don’t bother replying, knowing that even though he loves your teasing, he won’t love walking around all night with a semi. However, you can’t help but picture it and now, you are equal parts aroused at the mental image and laughing at the comically situation. Is this normal for soulmates? To feel this ease when talking to one another? You suppose that it is, but it still feels special.

Sebastian’s POV

I click the lock on my phone, still partly turned on by our conversation. Even though it was only those few comments, it still has me wanting her. For god’s sake, I haven’t properly met the girl and I am already picturing fucking her into next Sunday. Oh, good lord… please don’t get harder. Even chastising myself doesn’t help. My dick now starting to strain against the zipper of my pants.

I don’t even have time to take care of it like I normally would. I am already running late. Not enough to make me actually late, but enough that I won’t be early. I don’t dare reach down to try and adjust myself, knowing that it will only make it worse. I will simply have to suffer for a while longer. Maybe she would be up for sexting? Phone sex? I have to physically shake that image out of my brain. The though not helping in the slightest. Alright Seb, you only have to be there for a few hours.

Closing the door to my hotel, I am met with a disgruntled Chris in the hall. “[Y/N] again?” He asks, already walking.

“Yeah. I hope you find yours soon. It is something else.”

“I bet it is.” Chris says, a far off look in his eyes. “When are you properly meeting her?”

“When I get done here. I already had a few weeks off after anyway and so it just makes sense.” I tell him, daydreaming about it again.

“Is she going to travel with you? After I mean?”

I pause, truly not knowing the answer to that. “I don’t know. We haven’t talked about it. I hope so, but I won’t hold it against her if she doesn’t.”

He nods. Before I can ask him what’s up, or even think about it really, we are bombarded by cameras And so it begins.

A Few Days Later

Your POV

Today is the day that you get to properly meet Sebastian. Although, you feel like you already know him. Mae is sitting next to you on the couch, ignorant to the excitement bubbling underneath your skin. Most of it for varying reasons. You finally get to meet him, and after your late-night talks, it is something that you are looking forward to immensely. You finally get to kiss him, something you have fantasized about since the initial body-swap. You finally get the chance to – hopefully – fuck him, something you have longed for since exploring his body as your own.

At this point you don’t even care if he tries out your various toys. Those can be saved for a later date when you both aren’t touch starved. Right now, all you want to do is jump his bones. As bad as that sounds, you also hope he feels the same.

Your phone dings. Almost knocking Mae off the couch, you scramble to grab it from the coffee table. It’s Seb. Heart hammering in your chest you check it. ‘In a cab now.’ Fuck. He is so close now it is nerve wracking. [insert text message 14, 15]

You don’t get a chance to respond before there is a knock on your door. Yanking it open, you see Sebastian, red raced and with a noticeable bulge in his pants. Bags still sling over his shoulders he stares at you. You stare back neither one of you say anything, you just step aside, he drops his bags as soon as you shut the door behind him.

“Hi.” He breathes out.

“Hi.” You reply in kind. For a while neither of you move, you barely breathe. Then with all the intensity built up these last days, you jump at each other.

His hands grab your face, your hands grab his shoulders. You both pull each other in, crashing into one another, lips a frenzy of pent up feelings and needed release. You knew it was going to be good, passionate, but you didn’t prepare yourself for the sheer rightness of it. Standing, barely, you press yourself closer to him. Needing to feel everything at once. He doesn’t complain.

His hands roam your sides, sliding down, reaching the top of your ass. Without much warning, he lifts you up, hands underneath you, and practically slams you into the wall. You don’t even feel the slight bit of pain that comes with it. You’re too lost in the feeling of his hands everywhere; your sides, you ass, your breasts, your thighs. His lips move from your now swollen and pink mouth, down your neck, to the top of your chest.

You can’t contain the sultry moan that escapes. Everything seems heightened, more, than it normally would. Absentmindedly, you grind your hips into his. Sebastian answers with a low groan, grinding up to meet yours. Panting and breathless with moans you tighten your hold around his neck and shoulders, desperate for something to ground you.

“Bedroom.” You manage to speak between breathy moans. You feel him nods against your neck, mouth still working you to new heights.

You know you’re already soaked. You wouldn’t be surprised it you’ve ruined your underwear, and maybe even sweats. The friction from his jeans causes ripples of sensation through your throbbing core.

Gingerly, he lays you down on the bed, never once detaching himself from some part of you. In one swift movement, he grips the hem of your shirt and pulls up, lifting your arms and momentarily leaning away from his lips, he slips it off. Lips now fused together once again, he brings his hands up and palms your breasts from over your bra. Even through the fabric, you can feel your nipples begin to pebble and harden.

One hand reaching behind your back, he unclasps it, granting himself more access to the heavy mounds in his hands. “Fuck.” He groans, massaging the flesh. You moan in kind; head fall back onto the mattress.

Quickly removing his shirt, you begin to feel around for his jeans. Hands shaking, you manage to remove them, at least past his ass. Getting up, he steps out of them, looking at you with a hungry look in his eyes, it somehow makes you wetter. Not that you thought it possible. Removing your own sweats, you stare back, an open invitation to him to resume. He takes it.

Hovering over you, he grinds his clothes groin into yours, the fabric doing little to conceal the growing need between both you and Sebastian’s legs. He grips your hips, and in one fluid motion, flips you over, setting you atop his hips. You feel every inch of him nestled between you. Grinding your own hips, you manage to make him moan loudly; the sound like music to your ears.

Without any warning, you slip off of him, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pull, letting his very hard dick escape. Pulling your own off as well, you climb back on top of him. Positioning him with your entrance, you sink down. Both of you moaning out sheer pornographic sounds at the sensation.

“Fuck.” You breathe, stilling for a moment, his size still hard to adjust too despite the adequate lubricant.

You circle your hips and he thrusts into you. You almost fall onto his chest, managing to stay upright, you begin to move. Both of your breathy and progressively louder moans and whispers praises fill the air. You lean down, capturing his lips with yours, swallowing another moan when you come down harder than he expected.

He grabs your hips, and flips you onto your back once again, lips never leaving yours. With a newfound ferocity, he pounds into you, hard. Gasping, your eyes open as he hits that spot. Over and over and over and over. You can feel it coming, the impending orgasm so close you can almost taste it.

Sebastian knows it too. He feels your wall fluttering around him, tighter than before. One hand moves from its place beside your head, reaching towards your clit. Two fingers, two fingers press and circle and play with it. Tearing your mouth away from his, you moan louder than you thought possible.

“Oh god! Seb …” You don’t get a chance to finish whatever it was you were trying to get out. Without warning, the orgasm you didn’t know you were holding back, breaks free. Sending you reeling. Legs wrapped  around his waist, you pull him closer, his pelvic bone crashing into your already oversensitive clit. Seb’s own now crashing through him, he stills in you, the thick ropes of his own release adding to your own.

You don’t know how long you both lay there, moving and unmoving, riding out your mutual climax. The only thing you know is that it was the best sex of your life. Sweaty bodies still molded together, you feel him pull out, cum dripping from your pussy and onto the sheets you will need to wash. Both of you too tired to care.

“I promise we will properly greet and get to know one another tomorrow.” Sebastian mumbles, his words muffled by your back that he is still kissing.

You sigh. The slow intimacy after the fantastic fuck only moments ago a new feeling. One you wish to keep forever. “I don’t know. I thought that was a pretty good introduction myself.”

He stills, arms still wrapped around you. You can feel him smile, and your own lips begin to twitch. Even in your post orgasmic state, you start to laugh, laugh with him. Both shaking and tired, you continue to laugh until your crying. Rolling over to face him, to stare into his eyes and he into yours.

Sebastian slowly kisses you nose, and you smile.

“Tomorrow?” He asks, mouth hovering over yours, eyes beginning to droop.

You nod, “tomorrow.” One last kiss and you rest your head on his chest, falling into a blissful, dreamless sleep.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. I am planning on this being the last part. I felt that although I left it open, I am letting it end peacefully. I am sorry if he smut is terrible, but personally I think it is the best I have written. As said in the first author’s note, this is unedited, so if you see anything that seems wrong please point it out. The website I used for the text messages can be found in the message bar of each. 

Any gifs/pictures of Sebastian that would pertain to this are more than welcome. I am curious to see what everyone would find.