#balladeer genshin impact

[kvnis]

hellooo! I’ve actually fallen in love with your writing, and I’ve had this idea in my head for wayyyy to long, so here ya go!!

just thinking about scara using shouki no kami to hold the reader in one of its hands, using one of its mechanical fingers to fuck them and fill them to the brink?? (pray for the reader man 🙏🙏🙏)

౨ৎ ﹒ bow before me .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you never noticed how hot scaramouche’s mecha was, until now.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, shouki no kami!scara, established relationship, size difference, size kink, grinding, fingering ( yes the finger goes inside—just the tip i swear ), creampie, biting.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ stopp reader is literally going through it.. #pray4reader — also sorry this took so long i had no ideass then i got a burst of motivation at 2am!!

shouki no kami, originally meant to be the new vessel to house the gnosis in order to assist the balladeer in attaining his so called ‘godhood’ he had been craving ever since his abandonment as a lonesome puppet.

it was simply a hunk of metal, however it was able to heed to scaramouche’s every whim. your eyes stare up in awe as the faceplates click into place, the electro energy resonating within making the machine come to life.

with baited breath, you summon your weapon. this was meant to be a simple spar to test it’s strength. but now, standing in front of it, you begin to have second thoughts.

a yelp comes from you as a large hand swiped for you, and you immediately ducked down. you curse under your breath as you hit the floor, eyes darting around to see where his next attack would come from.

“you’ve got to be more aware of your surroundings, dear…”

in a fraction of a second, you feel a heavy weight on top of you, before being scooped up and lifted off the ground by his heavy hand. you dropped your weapon, making it clatter on the ground which now seemed to be getting further and further away.

you were dangling from the back of your clothes in front of where the control centre would be. grumbling in defeat, as he watched you softly swing side to side.

“look at you, so cute, so helpless.”

his other hand cups a few metres underneath you, acting like a platform as he drops you like a stone. you make a small ‘oomph’ upon impact.

one of the fingers of the machine trail down your body suggestively, only egging you on as it reaches your thighs. your lips part, a silent gesture of protest, which wasn’t missed by scaramouche

“oh, come on—don’t act like you didn’t want this.” his distorted voice rings in your ear, going straight to your thrumming core. your eyes flit up to the mecha, your thighs pressing up against the finger situated between your legs. “please, you were practically fucking me with your eyes. couldn’t even get through five minutes of fighting.”

“i wasn’t!” you tried to fruitlessly defend yourself, but it was hard with the metal rubbing up against your heat.

as the finger presses up against you, you whine, trying to writhe away, but it was much bigger than you were. it was so easy to get you submit to him. he was your god, after all.

you give in, hooking your trembling fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugging them down, throwing them off to the side carelessly. albeit your face burning with embarrassment, you can’t fight the fact your own body is aroused from his touch.

inside the control centre, scaramouche bit his lip so hard it was borderline painful. seeing your legs spreading for him as your needy fingers wandered south to pleasure yourself, he can’t restrain his own arousal. then again, he’ll tease his prey before attacking. he wanted you to grind against the cold metal of the finger like a bitch in heat, and he’d do anything to get it.

“oh? you weren’t? then what’s this i’m seeing,” his eyes narrow at the sight of your form, moving his finger ever so slightly that it presses against your clit. the contrast of the cold metal against your searing arousal set a chain reaction off in your body. “surely you’re not turned on just from some simple touches…”

you didn’t have anything to say to that—as it was true. embarrassingly so, you were in fact turned on by it. your whole body flares up, and your hips cock in a way that presses your wettening folds up against his finger.

you moan out, staining the shiny material with your glistening slick. your hands go to your mouth, muffling any noises you could let out, but you simply couldn’t keep them back and a couple slipped out under your efforts.

“so needy…” he mumbles under his breath, rubbing his finger along your dripping fold. your heartbeat thumps in your ears, breath growing heavier at the amount of slick pooling out of your cunt.

the calculated movement of your hips becomes more instinctual and rapid, grinding your clit against the hard material. the friction sends a surplus of pleasure up your spine, electrifying your whole body.

your mind is plagued with the notion that he could be doing anything up in that control centre. by the sound of his voice, you could already tell that he was equally as turned on as you. he wanted to touch you, but firstly he wanted to see you fall apart.

your eyes water, rolling back in your head. your thighs begin to tremble, struggling to keep up with your frantic motions as you chase your high. your eyes squeeze shut, but they soon widen as you feel something pressing against your cunt.

“n-no, scara… won’t fit…” you babble out, writhing as he pushes the tip in. it was all you could fit; and you already felt so full. your hands claw at the hand underneath, currently holding you, trying to gain some purchase.

it stretched you out completely, practically splitting you in half. you gasp for breath, trying to calm yourself down from the adrenaline shuddering through your body. luckily, scaramouche had enough lenience to give you mercy.

your whole body shakes and you muster all your strength to begin to grind down against his finger. you moan breathlessly, back arching as you continue to pleasure yourself against him.

your hands go down to your clit, quickly rubbing it and adding to the mind-hazing sensation. there was a lewd squelch coming from all your activities, coming from the sound of your slick alongside the desperate rolls of your hips.

“so close… s-so, so close…” you groan, your grinding turning more sloppy and uncoordinated as your orgasm builds up rapidly. your head is thrown back, a loud moan echoing off of each wall of his domain.

“you gonna cum all over my finger? cum for me, then. don’t hold back.”

his words makes your brain haywire, his whole being overtaking your senses and making you drunk on every drop of him you’re surrounded with.

your breath hitches, eyes misting over in a drunken expression of raw lust. your orgasm rips through you, causing a soft cry of his name to leave your mouth as the pleasure numbs your senses. your body stills, before going limp, your shaky arms struggling to support your weight. everything was too overwhelming, and you slowly slip off of the finger, letting yourself rest for a moment and catch your breath.

in the ache of your dulled hearing, you can hear a faint click along with a hiss. it was the sound of the faceplates whirring open, and not long after you can hear the clicking of scaramouche’s shoes against the pristine architecture of the mech.

you feel his cold hands tug your tear stained cheeks, his soft lips pressing apologetic kisses against your face; almost an apology for wearing you out so much.

“you were so good,” he kneels down, resting himself on your thigh in the act of straddling you. “so good… now how about i treat you to something better, yeah?”

he grabs your hand, placing it over his erection through his pants, letting you get a feel of how much you’ve riled him up. his groin unconsciously ruts against your hand.

your eyes flit up to him, a teary, worn out look in them. but even so, you give him a soft smile, pressing your lips against his with all your resolve. you take initiative, palming his throbbing cock, the friction of the fabric making him groan.

he shifts in between your legs, discarding his pants and tugging you close by the thighs. your hips press against his, his cock pressing up against your slick, collecting on the underside of his cock.

he leans down, nestling his face into your neck and trailing wet kisses down to your collarbone, letting his saliva coat your warm skin.

he finally, finally begins to sink into your warmth, letting your cunt suck him in and envelope him in your essence. he’s reeling at the sensations, wholly infatuated with the way your walls clench gummy around his length.

he lets out a few stray noises, giving a quick glance up at you half-lidded before slowly pulling out to the tip and sinking back into your once more. drool pools on the dips of your tongue, lashes fluttering at him, coaxing further into your hex.

he hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, pressing it flush against your chest as he leans over you. with this angle, he can finally hit deeper into you, turning you into malleable putty.

you whine and gasp as his thrust become more intense, his tip grazing against your cervix every time he bottoms out into you. it makes your whole lower body thrum with fire, blazing within your gut.

his free hand comes down to toy with your clit, sending your mind into a spiral. your inhibitions were in the clouds, combining into a senseless fog of unfettered pleasure. your back arches, limbs squirming underneath him as he pounds into you like it were a matter of life or death.

“more… m-more, i’m close again…” you gasp, voice weak and trembling with each thrust. every push of his hips, it leaves you frantic for breath, only to have it taken away again from another one of his powerful thrusts.

“you already have all of me… greedy, aren’t you?” he breathes into the shell of your ear, teeth gnawing teasingly on the supple flesh of your neck. your head lolls back, crushed in brittle euphoria as he sends you into another deserved climax.

you let slip a high-pitched moan, hands tugging on his hair as you came around his cock, your cunt tightening and fluttering around his cock. he pathetically whimpers in your ear at the feeling, your heart fluttering at the noise.

“f-fuck… so tight, i’m gonna cum…” he groans, panting against your ear as hit hot breath fans against your skin. it induced you into a state of warmth, seeking confort in the heat of his touch.

his cock twitches and throbs inside of you, before he lets his cock hit it’s deepest in you as he releases ropes of his cum deep inside of your womb.

your body relaxes into the feeling, chest heaving for breath as scaramouche rests his head against your chest, letting himself hold you in his arms for a moment. he sighs, eyes fluttering shut and a small smirk tugging at his face, feeling his cum leak out of you.

besides, if he lets some get to waste, that means he gets to fuck another load into you again.

©2024 kvnis do not copy, plagiarise, translate or repost any of my works.

[shahdraws]

“Anything But The Gnosis…!”

Decided to re-draw this particular cutscene, because this is starting to turn into a Wanderer appreciation page.

Who’s trying to get him home in the next update? On another note, anyone have any names they’d like to give him for the teapot?

[phosbogey]

what a kind and reliable group

[usa-chins]

Fatui Coat Scaramouche, how silly you are

At long last we got to see Scaramouche and Signora in their fatui coats, thank you hoyo TAT

[the-commonplace-book]

woosh woosh anemo babyyyyy

[xinyiz]

Imagine if fatui Scaramouche ever got to encounter Albedo

The parallel and contrast between them is insane—Albedo yearning for the very thing that happened to “ruin” Scaramouche’s life is *chefs kiss* (I also wanted to draw scaramouche letting everything out and crying and breaking down)

[amalwitche]

Do you think Niwa freak out hearing kabukimono cuss for the first time? 💀

[roccton]

ENDLESS

[syea-say]

Your heart. 

[miitaart]

Wanderer

[aestherin]

— KEEP MY HEART ♡

scaramouche x f!reader social media au

SUMMARY — you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.

status: on-going | taglist: closed

genres: social media au, college au, strangers to lovers, crack, fluff, a sprinkle of angst (?), modern au, i wanted to do smth chill haha

extras: kmh playlist is still a wip, but if you're interested in checking it out, [click here] 🤍

author's notes:

omg 2nd smau is here!!

updates may be inconsistent, i don't have a posting schedule

again, idk what i'm doing haha

english is not my first language so expect grammatical and typographical errors (bear with me please :"D)

will contain swearing

PLAYERS.

— SL4YERS — the reds — the blued

SCOREBOARD.

game start ! (prologue)

— FIRST HALF

goal 01. i feel something ¬ goal 02. live a good life goal 03. let's play chess ¬ goal 04. do you like cats goal 05. a proof to your claim ¬ goal 06. am i being rejected goal 07. my baby ¬ goal 08. happy birthday goal 09. do you like sweets ¬ goal 10. i'm loyal, sir goal 11. my name ¬ goal 12. ghosted goal 13. unbothered ¬ goal 14. stupid is the new sexy goal 15. call me baby ¬ goal 16. i'm taking you out goal 17. kuni

— HALF TIME

goal 18. i can teach you ¬ goal 19. one thing goal 20. home ¬ goal 21. available for sale goal 22. welcome ig ¬ goal 23. note to self goal 24. tba ¬ goal 25. it was boring goal 26. tba ¬ goal 27. tba

— SECOND HALF

tba

TAGLIST I @lady-elodie @aiikalvr @lovely-althxa @unsterblich-prinz @xiaosonlybeloved @xiaomainlmao @cindywasneverhere @coquettemaiden @sunsethw4 @lunavixia @calickoh @arealistonao3 @lowkeyivorie @zyilas @mondaymelon @yukiipc @heartswonder @st0pthatsgay @ozzierenato @astreaa-express @shewolfmiko @lovelyycherries @myaaones @countessqin @aloveablechaos @letthewindlead @lunaavity @local-blueberry-boy @luminestars @layla240 @useless-potatho @atlaszi @alatusorrow @lahsram2201 @sakiimeo @user11918163805279 @vqazx @neigesprincess @kunicrush @yoursockstinks @hotgirlshit5 @mikctp @crucnhice @apotatouwu @yuaenri @sammybeefangirls @miko1ly @deffenferofjustice @etherisy @sagegreenthinks

i cant mention more than 50 people in one post so the other taglists will be in the reblogs instead!! 🤍

[kvnis]

Dom! Scaramouche x Angel Reader smut?

౨ৎ ﹒ angelic sins !

── ୨୧：dom!scaramouche x sub!reader

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you walk around, so purely and innocently. scaramouche wants to absolutely ravage you.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, demon!scara, angel!reader, creampie, use of petnames ( angel ), use of ‘slut’, cunnilingus, fingering, slight corruption kink, not proofread.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ i’m actually fighting with my will to write right now because i’ve got an english essay i’m meant to be writing up and my hand is like cramping but you all must be fed <33

an angel and demon interacting was very much taboo, scaramouche was well aware of the sensitivity of the subject.

yet, when you walk around like that, a pure and innocent look in your eyes, it’s almost impossible for him to restrain himself. it’s almost like you’re begging to be corrupted every time you steal a glance at him walking by.

so, who’s he to refuse when you’re now under him in his bed, letting him devour your cunt as he pleases? your once pure soul now being tainted by the lewd slurps and sucks coming from scaramouche’s mouth.

the way you’re writhing on the bed is to die for, your brain being dumbed down into a vague ball of putty as his head turns side to side, lapping up your slick. tears are lining your eyes from the unexperienced sensations he’s currently giving you.

you had never felt any sort of pleasure before; sure, you had tried touching yourself before, but nothing compared to the sheer skill of scaramouche’s tongue. his hands clamp around your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders to prod his tongue deeper in your folds.

your noises were like a drug addict’s fix for him. it was a sinful cacophony, raw from your lungs as his tongue circles and sucks on your clit. his spit was coated along your folds and he made sure not to miss a single spot.

your hands find purchase in the sheets, your thighs trembling and aching from how hard he was holding them. your grip falters as his tongue runs down to swirl around your hole, gathering your slick on his tongue before bringing it back up to your clit, pressing a rough kiss to the bundle of nerves.

you cry out a broken call of his name, body begging for release. your lips are swollen and red from his greedy kisses earlier, multiple moans slipping past them as he moves to kiss down the marked skin of your inner thighs.

a hand of yours darts down to the back of his head, tangling into his strands and tugging him back to your cunt. a smirk splays on his face and he scoffs.

“so needy, and here i thought you were innocent, huh? i guess i was wrong, all you are is a desperate slut. isn’t that right?”

you could see his eyes looking up at you, before he dives back into your wet folds, lapping as if this was his last meal. you moan out loudly, cheeks flushing up as you see his bangs sway side to side with his motions.

your back arches into his touch, hips rolling your cunt against his tongue for more friction. you’re so close, you can feel it in your stomach. his hands move up to your hips, pushing them against the mattress and keeping you anchored to the bed in order to stop your movements.

he lets his tongue circle your clit, before his fingers sink in to the knuckle.

a gasp is let out by you from the feeling of his slim fingers stretching you out. his lips latch around your clit and he begins to slowly curl his fingers inside of you.

he makes you whimper and writhe, his fingers beginning to thrust in and out of you. you have to bite your lip in order to silence your noises, but he simply goes rougher to force the noises out of you.

“s… scara…” you breathe out a plea of his name, legs twitching as he starts doing a scissoring motion in order to spread you out for him.

your head whips left and right, tilting to look at him with a scene of forlornness. you wanted to cum so badly, it was on the tip of your tongue.

your breath hitches, watching the way his half-lidded eyes gazed up at you as the knot of pleasure in your stomach tightens, before snapping.

he has to hold your thighs apart so you don’t accidentally suffocate him, his fingers shallowly fucking you through your orgasm as you coated them in your slick. your moans came tumbling down from your lips as you panted for breath, your grip on his hair slowly loosening before you let the hand fall to your side.

he licks a stripe along your cunt before pulling away, taking his fingers out and forcing you to lick them clean. your tongue swirls around his digits, the bitter taste of your own release in the back of your throat.

he removes his fingers from your mouth with a pop. you make an attempt to get up, trying to push yourself into a sitting position with your arms until he roughly pushed you back down.

“nuh-uh… ‘m not done with you yet,” he coos in a teasing tone, gripping your waist. “all fours.”

with his grip on your waist, he aids in flipping you over. you let out a short lived yelp, trying to use your weak arms to hold yourself up.

scaramouche trails his hand up your spine, leaving kisses in their wake. he moves your hair out of the way, kissing the back of your neck as his hand moves down in between your legs.

he runs his fingers through your sopping folds, listening to your soft whines and pleas of his name. he was utterly infatuated with your begging; he couldn’t wait to break you down even more.

finally indulging in you, he slowly slips his fat cock into your cunt, completely stuffing you to the brink. your lips part in a gasp, feeling his tip press up into your sweet spot almost instantly.

he slowly began to thrust in and out of your pussy sloppily, the lewd slapping of skin on skin being the only thing fed into your hearing. your eyes roll back in your head, a vulgar moan escaping your resistance.

drool pools at the corner of your lips, threatening to spill down onto your chin. your noises rise in volume, and you attempt to bite your lip in order to silence your moans.

a particularly harsh thrust forces a loud cry out of your throat. you bury your head in the pillow, hands tugging at the fabric as your teeth sink into the cushion. your groans and whimpers are muffled, which scaramouche absolutely detested.

he snickers, eyes narrowing and burning into the back of your head. you could feel it chipping into your skull, bringing a red tint to the tips of your ears.

“c’mon, angel,” he sneers, breathing against the shell of your ear as he grips your jaw, tilting your head up and out the pillow as you mewl. “i wanna hear you.”

he begins drilling his cock into you at an ungodly pace, forcing a variety of whorish noises out of your drooling mouth. you swallow the spit pooling in your mouth, letting out a shaky breath as he continues to fuck you.

it’s as if he’s trying to break your back, making you arch against him prettily so that your head was resting back on his chest, looking up at him. he saw the look of vulnerability in your eyes, and it drove him mad.

he lets go of your jaw, keeping an arm wrapped around your torso and his other hand gripping your hips like a vice. you finally got rid of the strain on your neck, letting your head hang low and eyes flutter shut out of pleasure.

he felt the comfort of your walls sucking him in, practically grovelling for more. he kept his grip on your hip tight, pushing you back onto his cock every time you writhed away from him.

your legs begin to tremble, struggling to keep yourself stable. if it weren’t for his hands wrapped around your body, you’d be melting into the bed right now instead of his touch.

“scara… scara, fuck…”

“language, angel, haven’t you been taught it’s rude to swear?” he mocks, but it’s clear that he’s only playing, it’s evident by the way he’s committing such a sinful deed with you.

your breath hitches as his words just barely graze the skin of your neck, his lips pressing light kisses on the sensitivity. his tongue licks and nips in the same rhythm that was previously used on your cunt.

your moans climbed up an octave, your gummy walls clamping and fluttering around him. he groans into your neck at the feeling, teeth grazing your skin before he grasps your jaw in order to turn you around and kiss him.

the kiss swallows up your loud noises, effectively silencing you under him as you began to twitch, your orgasm approaching. your hands clenched into the pillow tighter as you pushed yourself up, arching your back into him as he pushed you closer and closer to your climax.

“hmm, you gonna cum?” his eyes flutter close, lips brushing down to your jaw. “c’mon, cum for me… don’ hold back.”

with his words, and a sob of his name, you came, painting a lovely white ring around the base of his cock. your legs give out, the rest of your body flopping on the bed, yet scaramouche kept your hips raised for him.

your tight hold on the pillow loosens, feeling scaramouche’s hips still as he cums inside of you with a soft moan of your name. he lets go of your hips, letting your bottom half fall flat with the rest of your body.

he pulls out, your thighs now messy with your release and his. you’re panting for breath as he tugs you by the waist to lay on your back, brushing your hair out of your face and wiping the spit staining your chin and lips.

“you’re mine, right?” he looks up at you with a lovestruck gaze, his hand trailing down to your thigh in order to push your legs apart slightly, looking in between them to gauge at the mess you both made, now dripping onto the sheets. “you’ll be mine?”

your brain couldn’t focus, so you nod mindlessly, clear exhaustion taking over your features.

he chuckles light-heartedly, brushing your hair out of your face and pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“sleep.” he demands in an authoritative tone, almost like an order. “you’re exhausted.”

his voice is like a lullaby for your mind, his warm hand tracing the outline of your thigh just tantalises you with the thought of sleep. you steal one last glance at him, and as if on command, your eyes flutter shut, dozing off peacefully.

©2024 kvnis do not copy, plagiarise, translate or repost any of my works.

[lenateliier]

Wanderer

[amaerise]

I have seen many gorgeous headcanons for Scaramouche post archon quest.

My mind decided to go for a slightly different approach.

[f-ai-n]

Hug types - Harbinger edition!

(Pierro is not Kaeya's bio dad HC/Fatui adopt Kaeya AU) i saw the second slide on my explore page and my conclusion is that they need a hug. Thank u for coming to my ted talk.

[taterdraws]

love aether being the competition’s designated vlogger btw