#i cannot and will not stop thinking about all of these scaras

[merakiui]

I AM RABID. this version of scaramouche……. oh my oh my oh my OH MY orz i’m on my knees for him. \(//∇//)\ HE’S SOOOOO AAAAAAAAA

AND THEN CIRCUS SCARA??????

AND HACKER SCARA???????????

SUMMER SCARA AS WELL!!!!!

it’s a mouchey meal. i’m so not normal. i’m insane, in fact. OTL OTL OTL

[anantaru]

I HATE EVERYONE BUT YOU

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — scaramouche has always been yours, yet he needs you to know that you'll always be his no matter what— even when you get all flustered while he shows you.

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — in scaramouche we what?

— ꒰ wordcount ꒱ — 1.7k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, jealous! reader, dom scara, rough sex but very passionate, scara hates everyone but you, slightly possessive scara, spitting, cumming inside of you

"you have nothing to worry about,"

"stop thinking about it and look at me," fingers gracefully trace on your bare skin, "because i need you to realize," drawing all sorts of shapes into your searing flesh, like subtle curves into your ribs, "that you'll never get rid of me," and lines dragging across your stomach when scaramouche's hand ultimately settles on your hips.

your stomach does flips at his words, and a fresh tide of relief cuts through your initial doubts. he grins and clicks his tongue, eyes dancing with amusement when he catches your shyness, "hm? what's up with you? where's this pretty voice of yours now?" and that smile, ugh, he cannot help himself but irritate you abundantly, especially when he knows how you'd react to his words.

"shut up," you hiss, "don't do that,"

"do what?" he cocks a brow, "—that?" he breathes, boldly as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles. the fire in his eyes was hard to miss and when he feels your body react to his loving trace, he's more than happy to indulge in those waves of lust— most notably show you that he'll never go away.

"fuck—" you whine, "you're mean," and you find out that his thoroughly chosen words would end up adding fuel to the looming wildfire burning between you both, the two of you high on the tension and rush smoldering the air.

and scaramouche's confessions were driving you into a spiral.

"careful there," he coos, "take it slow," for him, there was no competition, and even if there was a competition, you're not in it. you're above everything. you're perfect, no one could ever set his heart ablaze like you did.

scaramouche hums, "you're stuck with me." he candidly bites down on your bottom lip, "okay?" when you nod vigorously at him, your hips leaving the bed as your back arches into his digits, your hands finding immediate comfort in his hair as you tug softly at his roots to press his lips on yours.

scaramouche was pretty when he looked at you like that, kissed you like he needed you to survive— dreamily while flushed, his cheeks seething with scarlet redness when he inhales deeply for a moment.

but he's not used to all of this, and he didn't like the fact that you could become jealous sometimes— after all, humans suffer more in imagination rather than in reality, and you have nothing to worry about, scaramouche certainly thought he made that very much clear.

but he's embarrassed, although not because of the fact that he might've gotten too close to someone who wasn't you and experienced regret, which, in fact, wasn't possible.

he simply cannot stand anybody besides you.

truth be told, he's a little annoyed that you forgot about the fact that he wasn't a big talker per se, he even actively chose his schedule so he wouldn't see a lot of people, or anyone for that matter. scaramouche never sought out to make any meaningful friendships with the people of the akademiya as well— despite the god of wisdom helplessly attempting to push him out of his comfort zone.

with that out of the way, the real reason as to why scaramouche was embarrassed was quite silly, because it's due to what your jealousy did to him— fuck, he finds it beyond attractive, yet he refuses to acknowledge that a special heat conquered his chest like that, reaching his groin until he couldn't think straight.

there's a delicate challenge in your ways of reacting when he tells you that you mustn't be jealous, and scaramouche drinks it like water— he knows you're everything he's ever wished for, like ice cream on a hot summer day, you're melting his heart.

he nuzzles into your skin to inhale your scent, leaves soft kisses on your cheekbones while holding your jaw, making you look directly at him.

does he need to show you that he's utterly addicted to you? so, do you require it like a challenge of sorts? because archons, he'll do it, easy work easy done.

to note, it's not scaramouche's fault that people want to talk to him and are curious about the new addition to the akademiya— yet he doesn't like them, it's pestering when they get too close to him as well, ask if he could talk a little more about where he was coming from because they wanted to be nice, civil but end up making him scoff with a roll of his eyes.

enjoying his own company was fine to scaramouche— and he always found himself fantasizing about you all the time, particularly about your soft laughs and candid smiles, your voice, your stories and your understanding was like a sweet melody to the wanderer, and he could indulge in it during his breaks, before he needed to finish a mission, or he could imagine it every single night before he'd fall asleep to the thought of you.

your body was rubbing against his now, sweat colliding as he removes his fingers from your cunt and wraps them around his erection, pretty dark lashes accentuating his flaring cheekbones while you loop your arms around him— parting your legs a little so he could easily slide himself in.

scaramouche gently adds pressure on your tight hole before moving his hips, but it's slow— gentle and delicate that you can feel every crevice of his length in you.

a soft moan rips from his throat as you mold around him easily, feeling him attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of your walls as your hips twitch at the slight sting deep in your abdomen.

scaramouche was as desperate as ever to show you his love through physical attention— and the word shame didn't seem to find a place in his phraseology when he forces your gaze back under his. "open and stick your tongue out," he taps, once twice, against your lips with his thumb, "wanna taste me, right? so do it now," while keeping his throbbing dick buried inside as he purposefully moves his hips a little to make you squeal.

you cannot help the way your lips curve into a smile before you're parting your lips, applauding his efforts to claim you. it's merciless when he bundles the saliva budding in his mouth before spitting on your tongue, his crystalline eyes open to catch your tremble— how can he not indulge in this? you're nothing short of perfect, pleading for him to give you more.

"show me," he commands further, groaning deep into his chest when he looks at his saliva melting with your own and how it's dribbling from your chin, his length twitching rapidly as you try to steady your breathing at the sinful scenario you're living through.

scaramouche's hands clench at your waist as he fucks you as passionate as he can, his cock pressing against the overstimulated bud in your pussy before starting slow circles with his hips, your mouth huffing out candid i love you's amidst your moans.

inch by inch he slides into you, in and out in rapid movements, the more you take the better it felt having him rub your pleasure spots he so desperately desired to feel suck on his shaft and milk the cum out of his cock. he finds it cute when your face suddenly scrunches up if he moves faster than previous, your jaw parting in awe at how much better it felt the more he upped his tempo to batter your sore pussy.

it feels good— it always does, and if being a little jealous here and there would always result in this, than you'd gladly play your part as much as he needed it. it's almost like you don't hear yourself moaning and spell out honeyed praises, too occupied to indulge on the way scaramouche rolled along your walls and the noises of his balls colliding on your skin over and over.

"fuck— you're gonna make me cum fast," scaramouche gasps, dragging his sensitive cock through you like you're made for him, as if it just fits and he doesn't need to prep you, which he in fact, really enjoyed doing as well.

frankly, nothing tasted as good as your pussy rubbing across his mouth.

one hand leaves your hips before he gives your clit a little attention, pressing through the curtains that protected your sensitive pearl as he rubs your slick over the sensitivity, smirking devilishly when you arch your back off the mattress and begin to shake, your walls spasming while being so perfect when milking his cock, your pussy dripping with slick as he toys with your clit.

you cry out a sound between a broken sob and sharp moan of his name and that's when scaramouche knows you're close too— swift when he drags his hand from your clit to intertwine his digits with your own as he fucked you into the bed, your pussy pulsing around him as your eyes scrunch shut when you reach your high, falling slack against the bed and whining out shortly when he warms you with the weight of his body.

"fuck— shit!," his hips faster, his breath quicker, "you're fuckin mine, mine, mine," scaramouche falls apart,  panting against your ear and groaning lowly, his erection pulsing while constricted by your walls as he holds his cock deeply buried in you before thrusting back and forth once, twice, three more times as he spills his load into your pussy— his warm seed setting your belly on fire by how perfect it felt to be claimed in such lewd, passionate way.

"fuck," he breathes, "gonna stay like that for a bit,"

archons, it's so sticky— borderline filthy and shameless with every intention of it being like that. your tits were still bouncing up and down from the following, last thrusts of him pumping his precious cum into your hole and making sure not a single drop gets lost midway.

after a while of collecting your breathing and turning it evenly again, you giggle out, finding his darkened hair strands as you greet him with a wet, sloppy kiss, "wanna join me for a shower later?" you mumble, eyes half-lidded as he hums softly into your lips, "mhm, or i'll decline so you'll get mad at me, right?"

"i will bite you," you threaten, shaking slightly as he pulls himself out without warning to expose his drenched cock being weaved with your slick, the filthy mixture dripping along your inner thighs,

"please do, "i'm counting on it," scaramouche ends with a wink.

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[hitomisuzuya]

YAAAAY YOUR REQS ARE OPEN AGAIN <3333

okay. imagine, archon!scara who absolutely gives you no breaks during a good time, enjoying the way we sob from overstim and beg for him to slow down but he knows damn well we're enjoying it... bonus if tons of cum because he just cannot wait to get a baby in your already overflowing womb (this got way too self indulgent i am so sorry 😭)

💜non will now exit the stage!! ONCE AGAIN LOVE YOUR WRITING BTWWW

Archon! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Degradation. Overstimulation. Breeding kink.

Allow me to get twice as self indulgent❤️ Thank you very much 🥺

To say that Scaramouche was losing all sense of rationality was an understatement. His cock was squelching perfectly in and out of your sopping cunt that he just couldn't stop. There was an extra drive to his intent tonight.

The intent to breed you.

"I fucking swear I will knock you up, slut," He hissed, loosening his grip on your hips to smack a hand across your ass. He grabbed a handful of your hair, turning your face out of the pillows so you couldn't muffle your moans.

His feverish pace took your breath away, your fingers clawing into the sheets as you pushed back against his cock. His cock kissed into your sweet spot, making you see stars , feeling every pulse dragging along your sensitive walls.

Tears stung your eyes, drool pooling down your cheek and onto the pillow. "My God, Scaramouche, please cum inside me again!" You cried out, barely being able to hold yourself up on your elbows.

"Fuck..What a slut," He moaned, reaching around to caress your stomach. His hips smacked against yours, fueled by thoughts of seeing your belly swollen with his child. He was positive your belly had a pocket from how much cum he'd fucked inside of you already. "I'll make your whore cunt hold it all."

Scaramouche let out a husky laugh as you suddenly creamed on his cock. Your velvety walls squeezing around him made cum rope inside of you. He let out a satisfied groan, his body quivering in bliss seeing his cum seep out around his cock.

Pulling out of you, he flipped you over onto your back. Hastily, he batted your legs apart and crawled between them. Using two fingers, he pushed some cum back up inside of you. You gasped, your back arching off the bed.

Licking his lips, his tongue swept out to lick lines greedily up and down your ruined hole. Groaning, he latched his lips onto your clit. Your hips jerked up into his mouth, your hands finding the back of his head. "Scara..Scara please..too much.." You whimpered, pushing his mouth down as the ache of overstimulation curled through you.

A broken sob tore from your throat, making him a vibrate a moan on your clit. "Cry louder for me while I fuck you fuller," He took his mouth off your clit, giving it a flick that made your body shake from overstimulation. "Beg some more."

Your near scream of pleasure as he bullied his cock back inside of you was exquisite to him. You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as you writhed underneath him. "Too much.. please.." You babbled, wrapping a leg around him, "fuck me harder.."

Scaramouche didn't need to be told twice. He stole your lips up in a rough, dominant kiss. He wrestled your tongue easily into submission. He nipped at your lower lip as he pulled away. "Look at my precious girl, too fucked out underneath her Archon to even think," He cooed, swiping his thumb over a tear that fell from your eye.

You sobbed and whimpered in bliss, fueling him to give you what you begging for. How could he not with you looking so delicate and desperate while you sobbed for him?

Scaramouche intertwined his fingers through yours, squeezing them lovingly as he held you down. His hips snapped into yours, his cock throbbing between your overstimulated walls. You only shook more as another orgasm broke over you, making your body fall limp underneath him.

The way you were babbling incoherently about how much you wanted to give him children made more cum rope inside of you. He held your hips still, letting out a long, satisfied moan as more squelched out around his cock.

It was a satisfying thing to see as he pulled out of you. You shivered as his finger circled your clit, scooping some cum on it. "For good measure," He said, pushing his finger into your mouth.

[uplatterme]

all out?

—sub!scara/dom!reader, amab!reader | office sex, exhibitionism

—not beta read so excuse some mistakes if there are any TT

honestly, scaramouche should have seen this coming.

he stares at his empty cabinet, dumbfounded that there’s nothing inside it. surely not…

the balladeer wants to scream. just his luck, that it happened today too, when there’s a meeting scheduled that he cannot skip.

“fuck.”

the harbinger walks through the chilling halls of the zapolyarny palace. the cold has never bothered him in any shape or form, yet today proves to be an exception.

there are lower-ranked fatui passing by, hastily running off, not wanting to meet his gaze. an action that he isn’t unfamiliar to.

he hisses and stops when a certain ginger blemishes his view.

“looks like someone’s having a bad day!” he greets.

for a moment there, scaramouche thinks that he’s caught red-handed. not until he realizes that the youngest harbinger couldn’t have possibly seen through his facade.

“you’re deafeningly loud.” he bites back, continuing his steps despite the aching in his lower half.

“ah, still the same as ever. not that im surprised.” he says, chuckling echoing through the halls.

“the meeting’s to start in a few, although the director and the overseer hasn’t arrived yet.” tartaglia informs.

he flushes at the mention of your title, the one behind this problem that he’s facing right now.

“hello?” he calls out.

“can you learn to shut up just at least once?!” he yells.

currently, he sits on the chair provided for him, next to pulcinella and sandrone. as long as he doesn’t get seated next to that blue-haired freak, he considers any situation to be pleasant.

the door opens with a slam and the rest of the harbingers bow their head as greeting. there you stand, that folder you always carry in your arms and a pen between your fingers.

that’s when the memories comes back to him.

flashes of each time you’ve ripped his underwear with those fingers of yours, the scene claws into his brain as he bows down his head in unison with the others.

it was fine the first time. it was only a one-time thing, after all.

oh, how naive he was thinking that.

he then realizes that it wasn’t a one-time thing, seeing as there’s none of them left in his cabinet, forced to attend this meeting with his cock slapping against his thigh each time he walks.

it’s embarrassing. he seethes at your voice, talking about some topic that he couldn’t give a shit about. he adores when your tone is like that, commanding and strict. the more you speak, the more the harbinger wants to cave in.

his cock presses hardly to his shorts, begging for any kind of attention. unfortunately, he’s forced to endure it. to sit there in agony while he stares at you, giving out orders.

oh, how he wishes that you bend him against the table right now.

he can see it visibly twitch from underneath his clothing. if you were to see this, what would you have done? scaramouche’s imagination runs wild, thinking of how you’d make him take your cock. overusing his body and milking him dry. a doll, whose only purpose is to serve you.

“balladeer?” he snaps back to reality, hearing you mention him.

he bites back a needy whine, feeling everyone’s attention now centered on him.

“yeah?” he spit out, his eyes meeting with yours.

“you’ll be sent off to a separate mission, is that all right with you?”

god, you could ask him to do anything and he’d agree.

“sure.”

when the meeting ends, his body was moving on its own, moving towards you to grab you and pinning you to the wall.

“you! you better take care of this!” he shouts.

you were confused at first but it didn’t take you long to see his cock fully outlined through his tight shorts.

“why should i? you’re the one who decided to attend this meeting like that.”

he groans. he does not have the time for any of your teasing right now.

“you kept tearing through—just, ugh!

fuck me already!”

his voice echoes throughout the room. he would have never expected this kind of situation to happen but he needed you so badly. he’s been hot and bothered ever since this morning.

he lets out a relieved groan once he feels his abdomen pressing on the table.

then, next comes the sound of his shorts being ripped apart. he would have complained about your tendency to tear through his clothes but all the complaints in his head goes away once he feels your fingers digging inside of him.

“hnngghh—fuck, finally. only thing you’re fucking good for—oh god!”

“shit, shit, shit!”

his face presses up on his hands, far too drunk as drool goes down his chin. he’s loving each movement inside of him, the satisfaction and pleasure you give are intoxicating him and he wants more.

his body squirms, his feet constantly misplacing themselves on the floor. his dick leaking precum as you stroke it at a pace, leaving him panting and breathing like a dog who had just gone for a run.

“look at you, all loose already…your body’s just made for fucking, isn’t it? always wanting to prove something when you can just show everybody how much of a cumdump you are.”

scara grunts at your insult (praise?), wanting to spit back something to defend himself. but his body is then shifted around, his back laying on the cold table as you took no time in penetrating his hole.

his mouth is left wide open by the stretch. it burns but god, he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the pain. the pain that would soon then transition into pleasure by each. single. thrust.

pounding into him mercilessly, his mouth being covered by his own mouth to desperately hide his cries from enjoying it too much, smiling underneath.

eventually, he just decides to let go. his hands reaching up to fondle his own chest, playing with his nipples while you shape him into your own cocksleeve, his leg up as you wanted better access into fucking him as much as you can.

scara’s so damn loud. of course, he doesn’t notice it. nor does he notice a certain redhead blushing needing to do a double take to see if he’s seeing the right thing.

“f-fill me up! fuck, please!”

“haaah—! more, more!”

after a while, those sentences are no longer coherent as he’s turned to just moaning and whimpering, slurring his words that you can barely understand.

the table is a cum-filled mess, his dick spurting out white as his eyes roll back the furthest they can into his head.

and yet, he doesn’t stop.

even better, he’s started to match your rhythm and grind himself onto you.

there’s a bit of a swelling in his belly from your cum and yet that isn’t seen as a blockade.

each thrust, your cum slipping out of him and back into him and the warm feeling of your stickiness is just enough to send him over the edge.

in the end, he’s left with a satisfied smile. laughing and chuckling while struggling to breathe, his walls aching and not sure if he wants more or to just stop moving for as long as he can.

one thing’s for sure though,

he’s completely forgotten that his shorts are torn apart.

[genacity]

⌗ scaramouche smile while i fuck you

cw. sub! scara x hard? dom! reader. anal pen/pegging— reader has a cock 🤯 modern au? choking. degradation? slight dacryphilia; picture-taking 🙈

an. don’t yell at me. but. — i rlly like this idea. i saw this prompt somewhere and i genuinely cannot stop thinking about it so. here i am. after months of my disappearance. cannot promise it won’t happen again. 💔

imagining scaramouche with his back to your mattress, legs spread and hoisted up high— your palms digging into his ass as the skin flushes red; yet nothing compared to the hue of his cheeks.

scaramouche’s squeals of desperation as your cock hits his prostate in all of the right places; skin sweaty and eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. “ahn, oh fuck!— fuck m—e, please!” scaramouche wails, his nails digging into his calves as he struggles to prop his own legs up.

his body shakes, short gasps and thin breaths the only actions the poor thing could focus on— scaramouche would be able to focus so much better if it weren’t for your fat cock buried deep inside him— wait— wh, what are you doing?

your thrusts had slowed their pace as you grabbed for your phone on your bedside table. scaramouche whined as your dick turned inside him, his hands gripping onto his legs with the least of the strength he had left. “what— what the hell do you think you’re doing?” scaramouche hissed through short hiccups.

“you look so cute, kuni,” he shivered at the use of the nickname. “gotta preserve the moment, no?” scaramouche whimpered, hips grinding down onto your cock as boiling hot impatience replaced the blood in his veins. “jus’ fuck me! put that shit away ‘nd—”

his whines of protest had met their match. your dominant hand quickly found it’s way around his neck, squeezing down and putting pressure on the sides. you kept up with your lazy thrusts as incoherent gargles spilled from your lover’s throat.

“you should shut up ‘n be grateful, kuni.” you spat, your hips fucking up into scaramouche as his eyes almost went cross. “now, smile while i fuck you.”

as soon as your pace went from sheepish and slow to hard and quick, your dear doll scaramouche simply couldn’t respond. his eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open, drool pooling on his bottom lip and spilling out from the sides. the pressure on his neck only snapped him back to reality as your face hovered above his, beside it a camera accompanied you.

“did you not hear me?” you snarled, turning your camera on. “i said, smile while i fuck you.”

and from the haziness of his expression erupted a weak, dazed smile as his eyes met the flash of your phone camera, confirming you’d gotten the photo you wanted.

“finally. now you can get what you want.”

[catboydreamer]

summary; scaramouche w/ a partner who’s stronger than they look and just starts lifting shit up in front of him and yeah, he has a...reaction. (im so sorry i am undeniably obsessed w/ scara)

it’s not really a huge deal, scaramouche has always known you can handle yourself well.

something awakens in him when he sees you carrying in boxes; three boxes stacked on top of each other, your head barely peeking out from behind them. he freezes for a second, simply watching. he had no clue you had that sort of strength in you. good to know, though. 

his feelings truly get intense, though, while you’re out and have to carry a group of children to a safer location. you tell scaramouche it won’t be long. 

there are three children on you, one with their tiny hands locked around your neck as their tiny body lays against your back and the other two are hanging around your sides, held closely by you. 

scaramouche huffs despite his feelings. 

“don’t... take too long.” 

while you’re on your way, scaramouche stares after your figure and he cannot stop his own thoughts. he’s allowed to think of you like this but it’s still embarrassing. his cheeks heat up quickly and furiously. he becomes almost angry with himself over it. 

if you can carry so many things breathlessly, you could... hold him too. and not in the way it seems, of course you know how to hold him close. that’s something you’ve already mastered. he knows that. no, it's more of how easily you could lift him off the ground and pulls him to you with nowhere else to go. 

he makes an incoherent but angry noise as his fingers reach to tug at the back ends of his hair. 

it's simply a frustrating but addicting thought. 

now, truly it's up to you and your observational skills if anything happens! 

if you had noticed his gazes and the flustered look that overtook his face before you left, then you would question him about it. just don’t expect a quick answer or one at all. 

scaramouche is stubborn after all, so unless you initiate something now, you won’t even know what it's about until months later. 

he would literally pout and make grabby hands at you one day all of a sudden, probably after a really hard day, and demand, “hold me.”

hopefully you understand he wants you to pull him up and not simply hug him, though if you don’t, he’d become huffy about it. it’s been marinating in his brain for a few months now so if you are oblivious to his /obvious/ feelings, he’s gonna jump on you, now. what’s worse is you don’t even stumble at all and instinctively know where to hold him. it makes him sick. 

he’s so tired, right now, so he doesn’t say anything. he closes his eyes as he finally leans into you and gets what he wants. 

don't ask him about it or else >:). KIDDING he’s used to your antics and little remarks you’ll make. he likes it when it comes from you. 

[r0ttenhearts]

Last Night Together

angst, no comfort, insults.

his breath tickled your ear as his weight shifted onto your back, soft mumbled insults in your ear as he watched you play your game. surprisingly, they weren’t directed to you.

“can’t believe you hangout with this guy.. he sucks! childe isn’t good at anything.”

you giggled at the feeling of his lips by your nape as he groaned, more insults spilling from his lips.

“well he’s my best friend it’s not like i owe him anything for me to hangout with him.”

you could feel scaramouche stiffen from behind you as you said that. his snarky attitude now gone as his tone went serious.

his pale, slender fingers wrapped around your wrist as it stopped you from playing your game.

“so that means you don’t need me, right? i can leave? just say the word and i’m out of your life.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, his words making your blood boil. you scoffed, your fingers tightening around your mouse as you attempted to shoot your gun, hearing childe give you call outs as you tried to ignore scarmouche’s annoyingly repetitive words.

scaramouche grit his teeth, spinning your chair around so you were forced to face him. his cold hands gripped your chin as he forced your headset off of your head. childe’s barely audible voice in the background as he yelled your name for your forced afk.

“that’s not true. you’re still my favorite person scara, you know that.”

“liar. i’m not going to bullshit with you anymore y/n. it’s not that i think both you and childe should just kill yourselves.

it’s that i think you’re both so fucking disgusting, like— you gross me out to be around you and even associate myself with you.”

the gentle glow of your monitor made scara look almost ghostly as he rolled your chair over the carpeted floor of your bedroom closer to him. his face was practically inches away. if you weren’t in this position you might have even felt embarrassed to be so close to this toxic boy you have a crush on.

“you don’t though.. it’s not like i openly talk about you anymore either.”

“good, keep it that way. the way you people act is so discomforting to me. worse than a stomach ache or even a migraine.”

scaramouches grip doesn’t falter on your face as he huffs in frustration, his long bangs covering his eyes for a moment.

“i just cannot with you—“

“it’s not like we—“

scaramouches eyes widened as his nails dragged down your skin and you could’ve sworn he’d drawn blood from how harshly his nails were scratching at your skin.

“shut it. i need you to understand just how much i don’t fuck with you. i need to openly express how much you disgust me.

you’re decent 25% of the time, but fuck y/n.

it’s insane to me, if i do something that displeases or bothers you, you get so fucking bitchy.”

he looks to the side, biting his lip before inching closer to your face. your noses were practically touching.

“then isn’t it better that i’ve stayed away the way that i have lately?” you whispered. you could feel your body shaking as fear set in. you knew what was coming. and it was long overdue.

“i genuinely do not care what you have to say in this moment. talking to you feels like a chore more than anything, i always have to come here at night or you’re a total bitch to me in the morning.

do you think i enjoy doing this? when you mean so little to me?

i hate having to watch what i do or say around people. like fuck, solve your own problems don’t bother me about them.”

“i don’t care about you as much as i used to scara, it’s fine, really. i won’t get mad at you.”

“oh so, if i told you i’ve had a girlfriend for the past month you wouldn’t get bothered? not one bit?”

your eyes widened as your heart dropped into your stomach. it all made sense now. his distance, spaced out texts and even more spaced out visits over the past few weeks. he wasn’t busy. he was just giving someone else the attention that you tried so hard to get.

and that hurt.

you bit your tongue, a sad smile on your face. “i wouldn’t. it’s not my business so why would i care.” you lied. it felt thick and bitter as it left your mouth. words you knew were nothing father from the truth.

“you chased me away from your own weird ass actions, y/n. pushed me into her arms.

i hate dumb fuckasses like you.

do you not get it?

you keeping up with your little autism caused the very thing you didn’t want. all you had to do was not be weird. you understand that? no, what the fuck am i saying? of course you don’t.”

fat tears rolled down your cheeks as he let go of your chin, his hands on your shoulders as he shook you with every word. a sick smile on his face as he watched your tears fall. “it’s not like i could’ve lived up to what you wanted in me..” you whispered, your voice cracking as a soft sob escaped your mouth.

“i’ve never met a more naive person. you can’t and refuse to listen to me. you preach about how you follow me around but you can’t listen. yeah, no, just do your own shit.

the dick sucking you to do me is just crazy. the glazing is immeasurable.”

he laughs in your face as he shoves you against your chair, knocking you back into your desk as your monitor and keyboard jump from the impact.

“i hate you so much but i hate being a dickhead to people. you’ve got me hung by a thread of empathy. not even pity, just empathy. it’s the only reason why i’m still around.” he spat, enjoying the way your face crumpled with every word.

he ripped his necklace off, a necklace that connected to yours that you gifted him on your third anniversary of becoming friends. he throws it into your lap as he gets next to your ear, your tear stained face amusing him.

“don’t expect me to come here again.”

he leaves your room with a slam of your door as you sit there, your chest clenching in pain at the sight of him gone. there you were, alone again.

“i shouldn’t have gotten close to you. we should’ve never met.”

a/n: based on last nights argument with my “scara.” :’)

maybe his words will feel the same as they felt to me in that moment

another comfort post, thanks for reading my lovely readers <3

[sixosix]

GENSHIN IMPACT.

# XIAO

( 1 ) something happens

drabble / 1.7k words. verr goldet and huai'an playing matchmaker, basically

( 2 ) wasted time

drabble / 500 words. talks a lot x listens trope, but with xiao

# WANDERER / SCARAMOUCHE

( 1 ) patching you up

drabble / wc 500. you're injured, and wanderer is there to help—not of course without a bit of snark here and there.

( 2 ) flustered

drabble / wc 600. wanderer proves that he can fluster you.

( 3 ) clingy

drabble / wc 1k. scara shows his true colors when he’s missing you.

( 4 ) softie

drabble / wc 800. scara does, in fact, have a soft spot for animals.

( 5 ) he can fly; you cannot

drabble / wc 700. he makes it his problem.

( 6 ) and his voice is a familiar sound

longfic / wc 5k. forced proximity + childhood friends reuniting.

( 7 ) happy birthday, wanderer!

drabble inspired by wanderer’s 2024 bday mail

( 8 ) pda w/ wanderer

drabble about him and public display of affection

# SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

( 1 ) i drive down different roads | part two

fic / wc 4k. you met a detective once on an unexpected night; fate decides that it won’t be the last time.

“you look so pretty,” the stranger with twin moles murmurs, “like it’d be a crime not to want you.”

# LYNEY

( 1 ) distractions

drabble / wc 600. roommate!lyney annoying you who just want to finish your essay. you fail miserably.

( 2 ) sleight of hand

longfic / wc 8k. local sumeru architect goes to fontaine looking for inspiration and comes out of it with three rainbow roses and a crushing magician.

you will not let lyney get to you. unfortunately, lyney already got to you the moment you met eyes. after all, what is a magician if not an expert in stealing hearts?

( 3 ) kissing him awake

drabble / wc 600. kissing lyney awake doesn't really work.

( 4 ) teapot voicelines

drabble / wc 1.5k. lyney’s teapot voicelines turned fic

( 5 ) overwhelmed

drabble / wc 500. a huge party + reader who is sensitive to the environment + lyney being a sweetheart

( 6 ) sickfic

fic / wc 3k. you take it upon yourself to make it up to lyney when he couldn’t perform on the night he looked forward to the most—and lyney falls a little harder.

( 7 ) kisses

drabble / wc 500. sleepy lyney + kisses all over his face.

( 8 ) sucker

drabble / wc 700. it was not your intention to seduce lyney, really, he was just already so very weak for you.

( 9 ) lovesick and desperate

drabble / wc 900. lyney can't stop staring at your lips.

( 10 ) plastic flowers

fic / wc 1.8k. the great magician lyney wooing nine-to-fiver reader.

# AETHER

( 1 ) jealous

fic / wc 1.5k. aether has been traveling with you long enough for his bottled up feelings to overflow one day. lyney pushes that day closer.

( 2 ) infatuated

drabble / wc 1.5k. mutual pining but aether is a tease and you're an idiot.

( 3 ) accidental

drabble / wc 500. you accidentally kiss him on the lips.

( 4 ) hitting on you

drabble / wc 700. aether (one of the) main character(s) in hit game genshin impact hits on you.

( 5 ) stay, too

fic / wc 2.8k. you were afraid that aether would break your heart, but that all flew out the window the moment he got sick and demanded only you take care of him.

( 6 ) i want you for worse or for better

fic / 2.8k. your ex, aether, invites you to be his plus one at a wedding; you were doomed from the very beginning.

# KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

( 1 ) can i go where you go?

fic / 2.2k words. three times kazuha keeps kissing you on 'accident'

# KAVEH

( 1 ) it was all by design | part two

longfic / wc 10k. when soulmates are given a second chance.

he kisses you square on the mouth, the blueprint of the palace of alcazarzaray hidden beneath his palms, and he thinks he’s never been happier.

# ALHAITHAM

( 1 ) officially swept off your feet

drabble / wc 1.5k. in which everyone knew you were in a relationship, except for you.

# WRIOTHESLEY

( 1 ) one look (meant just for you)

drabble / 700 words. wriothesley visits your home.

[ninasmovingcastle]

Can I request a Modern!AU where the Reader comes home to Scara crying in his sleep? 🥺

-🍄

what a wonderful idea anon. you think like me fr

your wish is my command love !! <3

promise - wanderer

in which you come home to your beloved kuni crying in his sleep

modern!wanderer x gender neutral!reader

word count: 719

content warnings: he overthinks and sort of guilt trips if you squint

↳ you were held up at work and didn't get a chance to call him to let him know you'd be running late 

↳ he immediately assumed that you don't love him anymore, and that you're gone for good. 

gone, just like the others. gone, gone, gone. you were leaving him just like all the others had, he was sure. 

kuni tried to distract himself from the immense loneliness that swallowed him when you weren't around. he wanted to tell himself that you'd be back soon, but in his heart he instinctively felt that you would never come back to him.

the tv program that he had put on while waiting for time to pass was simply white noise. he couldn't stop checking his phone, despite seeing the night slipping away from him. he constantly refreshed his inbox, desperate to see a notification from you pop up. 

he lay in bed motionless, entirely defeated and engulfed in betrayal once again. he stopped his perpetual refreshing of his messages and grabbed your pillow from your side of the bed. he hugged it to his chest, taking in what he had left of you. 

it's nothing. he'll just move on, like how he did with all the others in his past. as he tries to comfort himself he finds tears stinging the corners of his intense indigo eyes. 

i'm tough, kuni reassures himself. it's no big deal. 

his tears begin to overflow from his eyes, despite him putting forth his best effort to suppress them. 

you're still not home. you hate him for sure, you're breaking up with him in the worst way possible. you're doing this on purpose, you're hitting him right in his weak spot. 

his invasive thoughts keep him awake for much longer, until his eyes become more tired than he is. still clutching your pillow, he begins to drift in and out of sleep.

but even sleep could not bring him the relief of happiness. he dreamt of you complaining about him to your coworkers, letting them read all his messages to you, mocking him, poking fun at all his pain. he stayed asleep, seeing vivid images of how much you obviously hate him. 

it was hours later that your key finally turned in the lock. it was not loud enough to wake kuni up, but he shifted around, hugging the pillow closer, wishing it was you, imagining it was you. 

you took your shoes off to let him sleep as peacefully as possible, turning down the volume of the show that he put on to keep him company. his phone was still glowing beside him in the dim room, open to his recent messages. checking your own phone, you found dozens of unopened desperate texts from him. 

sitting on the edge of the bed, you began to gently shake him awake. his body still twitched with an occasional sniffle here and there; he had cried his eyes out and then some. you smoothed your hand through his hair, whispering his name softly.

"kuni... kuni...?"

he slowly opens his eyes, squinting as he tries to make out the figure in front of him. he perks up as soon as he sees you, but his excitement soon dissolves into superficial anger. he turns away from you.

"where the hell were you?" he demands. his voice is breaking again, yet he knows that he physically cannot cry any more. 

you explain that you were caught up in a late meeting and that you were away from your phone. 

"next time, i'll make sure you know," you reassured him, your soothing voice pulling him closer. 

kuni starts to sit up on the bed, letting the tear-soaked pillow hit the floor. he looks at you, still in your work clothes, with adoration in its purest form.

"next time, you just quit your job," he replies sarcastically. 

he leans into you, letting you hold him. he makes you swear that you won't scare him like that again, locking pinkies to prove it. you maneuver your hand around his and press a kiss to his knuckles. 

"i won't leave you," you promise. 

[kasdeyalilith]

Midnight Rain

Warning/s: Angst

Character/s: Scaramouche x Reader

Synopsis: Reader finally breaks away from Scaramouche as he chooses Haypasia over you to help him in ascending to godhood.

Note: I wrote this before 3.2 so there are errors in regards to the lore with how scara will be defeated and when I saw the trailer midnight rain plays in my mind as Scara looks over at haypasia. Also I'm influenced with Auntie Taylor's new album so here's a brainrot.

You replay your lover's words over and over in your head, and your face in clear disbelief. When he started talking again, you still didn't comprehend what was going on.

He favored an Akademya researcher, a lesser scholar, over you.  Haypasia was it?

Anger hardly scratches the surface of how you really feel; the only person you trusted has betrayed you. You've sacrificed so much for him, and now he's going to waste everything in order to reach his goal? Were your attempts fruitless? You have basically given your life to him, killed so many, and committed countless other horrible things, all of which you cannot even begin to untangle lest you lose your mind from guilt.

Scaramouche ignores your cries of anguish as he moves around to check on the sleeping researcher, his eyes examining the green-haired maid; his plan is in motion, and no one—not even his lover—will ruin it.

He's almost at the pinnacle of success, about to surpass even his pathetic mother. Exactly how does an archon handle two gnosis at once? He relishes at the thought, chasing the feeling of being in power this time.  

He looked at you, his face emotionless, as if you were staring at a statue. A chill ran down your spine as you realized that the person you've grown to love has vanished and been replaced by the monstrosity he's conjuring.

You're naive to think that after all these years he'll finally agree to give up his ambitions and give in to yours so that you can live the comfortable life you've always imagined.

You wanted that comfortable, he wanted that pain.

You wanted a lover, he's making his own fate

Chasing that fame

You stayed the same, while all of him changed like Midnight Rain. 

Accepting defeat, you packed up everything you owned at the Akademya.

You glanced back at the door and hesitated; leaving him, leaving everything you've known, hurts, but you know that he won't give up his dreams for you the way you gave up yours, so you kissed his sleeping form and disappeared into the night.

Scaramouche didn't inquire why you weren't at your side of the bed when he discovered you weren't there; he isn't going to let weak human feelings stand in the way of claiming his fate.

He ignores the void that is slowly forming inside of him because he knows you'll be right back by his side no matter what. He'll let you throw your tantrums and wait for you to return, astounded at his new form.

The traveler stopped his ascent, beating him when he was at his weakest. As the traveler utilizes the akasha to distract the Balladeer, painful memories of past betrayals flood his mind.

After freeing Scaramouche from the pipes holding him in place, the metal creature sighs and totters to the floor, its knees weakening under its weight.

Scaramouche looks up, tears streaming out of his eyes, but he doesn't appear to care.

Like a rainstorm that gradually dries up, he has let the hurt of losing you seep into every crevice of the cracks blossoming in him.

The balladeer's eyes scan the crowd gathering around him hopefully for your presence, but you're nowhere to be found.

He's taken the privilege of being yours for granted, discarding you like his mother did. He cries on the floor, surrendering to the pain of living in a life without you to tether him.

[celabi]

been having scummy scara brainrot thanks to u and i cannot stop thinking about that one scenario where reader is also a yandere. love when two little freaks find each other <3 i actually uhh started writing a fic about it but like. idk. i never finish anything. i was hoping i could share some of it (all that i have rn) with u since it is directly inspired by ur blog lol. it's nothing special or interesting so feel free to ignore if u want but here's: scummy scara. from scummy reader's pov :)

~

Scaramouche is obsessed with you. You’re certain of it.

He’s so obvious sometimes that you have to wonder if he wants you to notice. The way his face flushes and his intense gaze flits away every time you make eye contact. The way he shivers and shifts his position every time you innocently tap him on the shoulder or brush against his arm. The way his typical insults stutter and fizzle out whenever you smile at him. The way he seems to inhale the slightest bit deeper when he’s in your presence.

(Just for fun, you had ruffled his hair once and called him a good boy. It was absolutely comical, the strangled noise that left his throat and the instantaneous widening of his eyes as he shot up from his seat and practically bolted to the bathroom. It took everything you had to school your expression into sympathetic concern - or at least, something other than the smug grin threatening to break through - when he came back several minutes later, all sweaty bangs and wobbly legs, mumbling something about a sudden stomachache.)

He’s so cute, how can you resist indulging him now and then? It doesn’t hurt to leave your used napkins and chewed gum at the top of the trashcan for him to pilfer when he thinks you’re not looking, does it? They’d just go to waste anyway! And so what if you started leaving your blinds cracked or switched out your curtains for more translucent ones? You’re just trying to let in more sunlight, and if that just so happens to make it easier for him to take his little photos - well, what’s the harm in that, really?

Of course, you had to make sure it was only you that he loved before rewarding him too much. Although you’ve painstakingly ensured that his reputation is just negative enough for most others to avoid him, the occasional rumor here and there, surely it’d only be a matter of time before someone realized how adorable he really was. His eyes had sparkled with nothing but awe and reverence for you when you gave him that cat plushie for his birthday, too infatuated with you to even think about checking it for the listening device you implanted inside. Ever since then, you’d gotten your confirmation many times over; every night, as a matter of fact, with a symphony of sweet, pathetic moans and whimpers of your name into the plushie - accompanied by very familiar slick, wet sounds - until his voice was hoarse. (It was a shame you hadn’t installed a camera instead, but you’d been worried about it being too conspicuous.)

But no matter how utterly endearing his obsession with you is, you can’t help feeling frustrated. Just a bit. Because if he’s really this enamored of you, why hasn’t he made a damn move yet? He hasn’t asked you out, hasn’t even attempted to drug or kidnap you, and he’s only broken into your apartment twice. You’d even done him the courtesy of pretending you were asleep, but the following mornings, the only notable changes you’d discovered each time were that a few pairs of dirty underwear had disappeared from the laundry hamper, and a few new cameras had been hidden around your bedroom. Not a single mysterious stain on your pajamas or inexplicable mark on your skin. It was almost insulting.

At this rate, you might just have to take matters into your own hands.

~

Oh wow this is hot 🫣 he’s so cute jfc, I’m in love with this ??1!1? Your writing is 💋, and you captured him perfectly what 😭😭 and reader knowing of his obsession and purposely teasing him??? 🤭🤭 I love it so much, thank you for sending this!!

sorry for replying so late, I’m not feeling too good atm. <33

[merakiui]

RAHHH WAIT WHILE WE R ON THE TOPICS OF PERIOD SEX. CAN WE TAKE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT WHICH GENSHIN GUYS WOULD EAT OUT/FUCK DURING A PERIOD?

AAAAAAA OMG YES........ under the cut because I rambled a lot. ;;;;

The most obvious one who would do it in a heartbeat is Childe. He loves the sight and smell of blood, and the fact that it's coming from between your legs is even better. He'll have you crying out while he spends so much time between your legs, all too eager to taste you and listen to you fall apart on his tongue and fingers. He'll fuck you while you're on your period as well. He loves the way your blood stains his dick when he's thrusting in and out. Playfully cooing at you when you beg him to ease up because it's too much: "Aww, can't handle it? That's too bad... down here seems just fine. You're taking it like it's nothing." <3

This is my own personal bias seeping through, but I wholeheartedly believe Scaramouche/Wanderer would adore period sex. I think Scara enjoys fucking you while you're on your period, whereas Wanderer enjoys eating you out just a bit more. There's this whole power/control thing Scara wants to have over you, so he's probably not getting on his knees for you anytime soon. But he will fuck you for as long as he wants, teasing you the entire time. Having your blood on him is all too exciting. As for Wanderer, he'll pretend like it's a tall order, playfully scoffing at you and saying something like, "What would you do without me? You'd be helpless, wouldn't you?" But if you even suggest that someone else do this for you, he's quickly putting that smart mouth of his to work. Try saying that again through all of your moans. :)

ALBEDO OMG........ it's all for "scientific research" because he's curious and would like to know how the human body operates in more detail. Really, this is his own nerdy cover. He just wants to taste you and feel you, blood and all. orz of course he probably collects samples because there's this clinical side to him that wants to know you down to the alchemical level. ;;;;; he spends way too much time stuffing his fingers inside you and stretching you open, curiously observing the blood that coats his digits and making note of all of your reactions.

Razor....... this one is also obvious. He smells blood and assumes you're hurt, so his first instinct is to either patch you up or lick it better. The latter comes into use when he pins you down and spreads your legs to get a closer look at your pussy. Razor's a bit inexperienced and sloppy, roughly gripping onto your thighs, but he means well. He has to keep his mate safe and content, after all!

Xiao........ XIAO!!!!!!!! He's so determined to protect you. He's very accustomed with the scent of blood, so it doesn't take long for him to smell it on your person. Xiao's a little stern when he tells you to stop moving so he can check you for injuries, but he's sincere. Why do you seem so casual? Aren't you hurt????? He cannot fathom the concept of a period because he's never known about such a thing. He's about as virgin as they come. ^^;;;; but he'll do anything to ensure you're happy, forever and always, and so even though he may not know what he's doing at first he'll eventually fall into the rhythm. Karmic debt is cold and cruel, but pussy is warm and soft. <3

I feel like Kazuha would be into it........ he's so sweet about it, too. T^T maybe you're embarrassed to have leaked on the sheets while sleeping beside him, but he assures you it's fine. Things happen. Besides, there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's normal. He'll make you feel so much better about it, and soon you're falling apart on his fingers or mouth. He praises you all throughout it.

Gorou!!!!! This is also a Razor situation. He probably prefers eating you out more than he does fucking you, but the latter is also quite good. He's really such a sweetheart and he gets pussy-drunk SO FAST. OTL even more so when you're on your period.......

Itto!!! >:D truthfully, what won't Itto do? He'll do just about anything for his pal, best bud, partner, lover (you're all of these things to him hehe). He adores you omg. You only need to tell him that it hurts and he's ready to provide, whether that be by eating you out until your cramps are soothed or by fucking into you (he'll be slow and gentle; he promises!). Anything for you. <3

This may be unexpected (or not) but Ayato. I think he just likes the idea of staining those pristine clothes of his in your red. Or ruining white sheets...... there's something very thrilling about it. Also, you're just so sensitive whenever you're on your period and your libido has you begging him for even more.

Definitely Tighnari. He could just mix up something to help soothe your cramps, but why would he do that when he could indulge instead? Besides, this method works very well and you seem to enjoy it just as much as he does. Why would he ever trade that?

Cyno......... I can't explain it, but I feel like he would enjoy period sex... there's something so addictive about sinking into your wet warmth and getting blood on his cock while you dig your nails into his shoulders and rake his back bloody. >:D

Baizhu. Something something doctor's orders!!! Prescription to soothe cramps is not a calming herbal tea but the doctor working you open on his fingers or fucking into you sweetly and slowly!!!!!

Omg,,, speaking of doctors, how could I forget the man himself!!!! Dottore is a creature. He loves period sex. Perhaps some of his clones love it more than others. It's easy to tell depending on who's fucking you or eating you out. He has this deranged sort of smile as he watches you come undone.

PANTALONE.......... I just know he loves getting your blood all over his face and fingers and on his clothes. He's a big fan of simply cockwarming you while you're on your period and only getting you to orgasm by clitoral stimulation. AAAAAAA OTL

Wriothesley can and will spend his entire afternoon between your legs. He doesn't mind the mess. It doesn't bother him. Rather, he's busying himself working you towards your nth orgasm for the day. If you come to Wrio with a problem, you better be ready for him to solve it. He'll make sure you won't be feeling any cramps for the rest of the day after he's done with you.

Another personal bias, but I like to imagine Lyney also enjoys period sex. Maybe even Freminet, but he's too shy to ask you if you'd be okay with it...... >_< AAAA but Lyney!!!!! He reminds me of this audio. T_T Lyney sniffing out your period........ you seem to have cramps and that's no good. Allow him to ease them and this time there's no magic required hehe.

Another bias, but my beloved Gaming!!!!!! I think period sex with him is always a sweet activity. He's so gentle and caring,,,, so focused on making sure you feel good and that you'll have enough orgasms to get rid of the cramps. And of course he has plenty of snacks on standby for when you want to snack during breaks. Leave it all to him! You won't have to lift a finger. Just lie back against the cushions and let him make you feel good.

OH OH!!!! Capitano.......... I've seen some portray him with a long monster tongue and methinks that is very delicious and so true!!!!! Capitano using that long tongue of his to eat you out, and it can reach places that your fingers just can't and and and AAAAAAAA!!!!!

[anantaru]

loser bf kuni or rockstar bf kuni? 🎤

cw. he's a loser, but our loser </3 while rockstar scara? he's a vibe, fem! reader

loser! boyfriend kuni whose dick gets hard whenever he thinks about you, a single thought about being buried inside your warm cunt and he's throbbing, painfully so, his pants tight when he decides to pull them down at last, honestly fed up with all of this, leaving the roughened garment to lazily dangle around his knees, imagining your lingering tongue on his wet tip.

he starts slow now, easily wrapping his slender digits around his thudding shaft before draping his head forward a little, just a bit, so a globule of his spit can hit his achung tip as he hisses out at the contact of the slippery saliva, it's so painful to him, it almost makes him tear up from it— so, he rolls his hips, grinding deep into the little opening and sending a shiver through his flesh and blood in a hot sizzle of shockwaves.

and you? well, you've been fairly busy today, whilst barely able to see him at all and it‘s so frustrating, fuck, kuni cannot stop rolling his eyes in annoyance!

yet he permits himself a chuckle, thinking about what he‘ll do once you‘re finally back.

because in this moment in time, a sliding second gone by, there was nothing, and i mean nothing, he longed for more than having your pretty, wet lips sealed around his cock as he fucks your throat raw and greedy, your mouth in a slow, sucking kiss leaving him be.

his hand was now pushing up and down his dick, nothing more but a clear vision in his mind, the sinful fantasy being about you— your eyes doused and glowing, lashes wet with your mascara filthily smeared around your face, cheeks all cutely hollowed as you drink him up— everything.

ugh, he's such a loser, it's so embarrassing, but he's your loser, right? and that's all he needed to be.

rockstar! boyfriend kuni who gives you his all, his entire heart, to always make you feel the absolute best, treating you as the princess that you are.

whilst yes, there‘s a ton of quite taxing groupies that were only waiting for a single chance with the world star— but, quite frankly, he doesn‘t give a fuck, because in his enchanting eyes, there was only one individual that had captured his heart.

and he melts right into you, tongue twisting into your own as probes his cock to the rim, your pussy swallowing him so fucking wonderfully that it makes his cheeks all sweet and round, being sucked in by a warm, puffy cunt such as yours.

"there you go." he coos, placing a little kiss on the tip of your nose, "don‘t hold back for me, okay?"

and you instantly whine at the sugar coated tune, lifting your hips next only to have them forcibly pushed back by his bare hands, "i won’t! i‘m so close— so‘close."

kuni pushes in, slow and steady movements drilling past your wet folds, letting more of his weight rest against your body as he mouths a needy kiss against your throat— and the way you shifted under his touch was maddening to the rockstar, something that could not be compared to anything, not even a sold out concert and loud, worshipping fans would come close to this.

he loves you so much, and each thrust easily slides the length of his cock over your walls— tasty, perfect heat surrounding your sweaty bodies as you tense down your core at the raw pleasure, muscles clamping down when you at last, climax at his stuttering thrusts.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[bluexiao]

can i have hcs about genshin impact characters with a calm reader (reader barely shows emotions) If you didn't already.

Fluff, crack-ish, reverse comfort?

I’m making this calm/emotionless!reader with xiao & scaramouche bc i dont see a reason why not—

SCARAMOUCHE

He thrives that you’re not as loud and boisterous as the others—well, especially specific ginger, but with that aside, he gets sort of pissed whenever you’re too calm when certain and rare situations arise when he’s the one who’s pissed 

And even more so when you can ease him down just by you remaining calm 

The power that you have over him is infuriating,,, but it does help him a lot in his work—to have someone by his side who knows a thing or two about remaining composed. 

If you’re being too calm to the point you’re emotionless, it sometimes frustrates him that he cannot read you. 

“Scara… don’t you think that this should be solved peacefully?” 

“You know I’m not like that, Y/n.” 

“Very well, you’re right.” 

He turns to face you to see your reaction, raising a brow, “Are you sure? I really am going to punish them… just for a simple thing.” 

“I tried stopping you, but you rejected me, so why should I question you any further?” 

“I… you shouldn’t be this calm…” 

“I shouldn’t?”

“I… nevermind. Take these freaks away, I’ll punish them next time.” 

He does test you a couple of times, just to somehow measure your patience, or really just waiting to tick you off. It’s both frustrating and amusing for him, but mostly because he doesn’t tolerate the fact that you can one-up him in anything. 

But nonetheless… he does feel proud most of the time. 

Because only he can rattle and make you stagger whenever he tries to tease you. That’s why it’s rather fulfilling whenever he gets to successfully tease you. 

XIAO

He’s actually intrigued, and honestly, he likes you this way. 

May it be how you’re quiet at times or with the calm way you’re speaking to him, but nonetheless, he does not… mind… your company. Not that he’d ever admit that upfront.  

It’s difficult to read your mind, but most of the time it just leaves him intrigued how calm and sometimes unexpected you are. He had never seen any other human like you, regardless of how much time he had lived—after all, he did not really socialize a lot, more so to humans. 

“You—You’re… You’re different. Far too different from the other humans I’ve come across.” 

“So… does this mean I’m special, perhaps?” Your almost monotonous tone made him furrow his brows, keeping his stance with his arms crossed over his chest. 

He looks away—maybe even turns his face so you wouldn’t see the blush that spreads across his face, but he definitely did not know that his ears were of the same shade as the one he attempted to hide. 

“Perhaps.” 

He feels a sort of… fresh breath of air with you, a calming presence, a light amidst the darkness that surrounds him. 

But sometimes he does feel like he’s away from you, like even if you’re there, he feels as if you’re miles away, with how you could remain unaffected; even if he is being affected by his karma, or when he feels dirty after a night of demon slaying and you see him like this. 

He does admire you though—for being one of those who seems to have never minded anything about it. 

Even being with him. 

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[glazesunflower]

hii! can i req wanderer/scara with an like insecure reader who doesn't like their hips and is insecure about them? thank u! doesn't matter if sfw or nsfw!

I like your hips (And all of you)

Characters: Wanderer x GN!Reader.

Warnings: Not SFW and not NSFW but a secret third thing: Sensual innuendo, nothing sexual happening.

Notes: This was quite soft and I liked the prompt, I'm always down for some hurt/comfort time. I hope you know you're beautiful and loved, my friend. And I hope you enjoy this, too :)

It’s only when you hear his heavy steps approaching your room that you remember how long you’ve been standing in the same position. In front of the mirror in your room, clothes discarded and scattered over the bed, others held tightly in your grasp, none of them valid, none of them good enough.

Wanderer enters the room soon, you hear the familiar steps stop shy of where you’re standing. You’re going out tonight with him. It’s not a celebration of any sorts, no anniversary or birthday. It’s a simple day that you were supposed to enjoy together, in the happy company of the other. Until you took long enough getting ready that moved him to walk into your room, leaning against the door frame, and say, 

“Hey. What’s the hold up?” 

He’s watching you with a small smile, raising an eyebrow when you turn to look at him. You’re not entirely sure why, maybe it’s because he just walked into a moment of vulnerability with yourself, but you feel a soft blush climb up your cheeks.

“Oh, my heart. No, no. I’m just…” You think of the words you’re going to choose next. “Having a little trouble picking the outfit, is all”

Wanderer takes a couple of slow, steady steps forward. He situates himself right behind you. You can see him in front of you, reflected in the mirror. His piercing gaze and the soft locks of his hair falling over his eyes. He turns his gaze to the choices of clothing that you’ve laid out before you, discarded over the bed.

“That’s quite the selection…” You watch his reflection in the mirror draw a playful smile. “But I've got a better idea…”

You turn to him now, opting to watch the real thing instead of his diminished reflection on your mirror. You find his eyes.

“What is it?”

“Come here… Come close, let’s try something else…”

Wanderer holds the hem of your shirt and tugs you closer to him, his fingers now brushing softly against the skin of your chin. With his gentle touch, he moves your head up so that your eyes find his own, sharper on yours, but still so full of poorly guarded affection.

You cannot help but feel the rush of blood through your cheeks as he does.

“What… Do you want to try?”

“Just this…” He leans down to kiss you, but pauses when his lips are only short of yours for a breath. He speaks, sending shivers down your spine. “I… Can I?”

You hesitate for a moment. Not because you don’t want to kiss him —Your chest is blooming, pleading you lean forward with the need to feel his lips against yours so tenderly—, but because his hesitancy and gentleness are so rare on him like a newly founded perl in the midst of the ocean. You smile.

“You can, yes.” You say. And then, “Please, do”

Wanderer takes no second to pull you closer to him still, your hands resting on his chest, and he presses his lips to yours, kissing you softly but passionately. He is holding your face in his hands, warmer to the touch. For a blissful moment, you close your eyes and his lips draw fireworks in the pitch of your stomach. 

When your lips part, he leans over still and whispers in your ear, “I’ve wanted to do that since I stepped into the room. Thank you for letting me.”

You cannot fight the smile that blooms in your lips, smiling up at him with honesty and warmth. Your hand meets his cheek in a tender caress.

“You’re so kind to me.” Then, you let out a soft chuckle. “How is a kiss going to help me pick an outfit, though?”

You watch him smile cheekily and reach behind you, pulling open your wardrobe. 

“We could leave the outfits for now. You look great in…” He motions to you, up and down, and with a soft smile, he finishes. “…in anything and nothing at all.”

You smile at his words. You can almost feel the warmth of his lips on you still, and you want so dearly to believe he’s speaking the truth. You take a moment to stare at the discarded clothes, scattered all over the bed. You remember that you should leave soon or you're going to lose the reservation at the restaurant. You have to pick something to wear, after all. You have to choose. Your smile falls from your lips. Wanderer watches you grip your arm, your gaze falling to the ground. 

He walks up to you, moving to stand right behind you. You feel him leaning over you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. A moment later, he speaks into your ear.

“Did I say something wrong?”

You shake your head, a heavy sigh falling from your lips, carrying everything you keep tucked in the corners of your chest. 

“It’s silly.” You say, tufts of your hair tickling your skin as you move your head. “You’re going to think I’m stupid.”

Wanderer lets the words sit in the room for a moment, taking the space between the two of you. Then, after a pause, he speaks softly. You can even hear the hint of amusement in the beautiful ring of his voice.

“Try me.” He says, simply, his eyes sparkling like it’s just a game, nothing entirely relevant. Then, he shrugs. His sharp eyes look softer on you. “I will hold my ridicule just this once, you have my word. Isn’t that something? Now, tell me what’s bothering you.” And then, he adds, “Please.”

“It’s just… I don’t like how any of these clothes look on my hips.” You swallow, feeling the words that are leaving your lips, meeting the air, all too heavy in the space that separates you. “And it just… Makes me feel insecure.”

He doesn’t take a second to say,

“And what’s wrong with your hips?”

Wanderer quickly moves his hands to your waist. You can feel how he is gently caressing the curves of your hips, his thumb brushing over your skin in gentle motions.

You close your eyes at the contact.

“I just… Don’t like them.” You admit.

“But you know I like them, right? You know I'm obsessed with them and everything else.” Wanderer whispers these words playfully in your ear, his hands still lightly tracing the contours of your hips. “It's a damn shame you don’t like them. They look… Lovely from this perspective. I quite like the way they curve from your waist down to your thighs.”

You feel yourself swallow. You feel his touch on yours, so gentle and slow and almost provocative. Your heart starts picking up the pace at his words.

“You’re just saying that.” You manage back.

“Well, I am. I am saying that. I think they’re lovely. Beautiful. Perfect, even. And I wouldn’t be putting my hands there if I didn't.” There’s a hint of seriousness to his voice, brushing against the shell of your ear, and you can feel yourself shivering. He pulls you close, pressing his body against yours as he kisses you (slowly, gently) and rubs his hands over the curves of your hips. “There’s nothing wrong with them. What is wrong, actually… Is that you’re covering them.”

You feel your heart racing, his words sliding thick line honey down your veins, making you feel lightheaded for a short moment.

“You really think so?” You hear yourself whisper, the sound of your own voice muffled in your ears.

“I really know so. Look…” He takes your hand and pulls you over to the mirror. You see yourself in front of him. The blush sprawled all over your cheeks. His sharp eyes watching your edges and curves like you’re the sun and he’s just climbed out of a cave into the light for the first time.

“…See? They look incredible. And I have no idea why you don’t see it yourself.”

Your blush deepens, the bridge of your nose blooming like crimson flowers under his attentive gaze. You turn your eyes away from him. From you. From the reflection, for a moment.

“I may not see what you see… Yet…” Your voice is tentative. “But I appreciate your words, my love. I really do.”

Wanderer smiles at you, and you can see the birth of a star in the curve of his lips, for your eyes only.

“Then, let me show you how beautiful I think you are.”

He says and moves back towards you. His hands slide over your waist, and down to the curve of your hips. With one hand, he pulls your body closer to his; and with the other, he gently caresses your exposed skin that meets him there.

You shiver at the contact, placing your hands over his chest now. You don’t meet his eyes. 

“I… We’re going to be late for dinner…”

He ignores your words and continues caressing the curves of your body. He pulls your lips down towards his, warmer on yours, and moves on top of you to pin you against the wardrobe, as he starts to press kisses to your lips, your cheeks, your jaw, passionately so.

“…Oh, I think there’s plenty of time.”

As he kisses you, his hands roam and caress every inch of your body, pausing for a moment to whisper in your ear, “I’m going to enjoy exploring every… Hidden… And… Exposed… Part of you tonight. This is just the beginning.”

He slowly trails kisses from your ear down your neck, towards your collar and on to your chest, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation of moving his gentle lips and breath against your neck. Then, you feel him nibble softly on your collarbone.

“My love…” You whisper, your hands coming up to his head, losing your fingers in his silky hair, soft to the touch of your fingertips.

He continues to kiss you passionately, his lips brushing against your soft skin. His hands grip the flesh of your hips, while the other caresses your waist and stomach. You feel him whisper into your ear, while kissing your soft neck,

“…I love you. And I love how your hips look. In these clothes, or without them. But I'd be lying if I said I liked to see you covered up. And you made me promise not to lie to you. I can't wait to take them off you…”

He slowly moves his lips to your ear and kisses the sensitive skin there, as his hands move away from your hips. And you simply let him guide you to the bed. And, when he makes you see stars later that evening, you forget all about your insecurities for a blissful moment in time.

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[ariicandy]

hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

if it’s not too much can u write like scara/wanderer teases reader too much and they like cry? if u get what I mean idk how to put it sorry 😭

☆꒰༝ Scara/Wanderer Teasing Reader Too Much

HII i think i get what you mean like he teases too much and you get hurt by it??? Im unsure so tell me if you want me to redo it😭🙏

Non-canon scara/Wanderer?? Grammar mistakes

⧉ we all know this man would tease you anytime and any day he pleases. He NO DOUBT will you cannot tell me otherwise. No matter where you guys at(probably only whenever you guys wander sumeru)

⧉ there’s a 50/50 this man will or will not realized it that he’s making you cry. Once he does realize that he made you cry it’ll be really awkward cause he always felt showing emotions were a sign of being weak, but he’s learning from that abd doesn’t know how to help you calm down. While you’re crying trying to calm yourself down, he’s being awkwardly quiet because he doesn’t know what to do because a much of things start spiraling in his head. You went overboard their gonna not wanna be with you, they don’t like you anymore, etc etc. you get what I mean? He eventually thinks of going to a quiet scenery to maybe help calm you down. He’ll lead you his hat to hide yourself if you don’t want people walking by seeing you just cried.

⧉ He is going to be a little distant and quiet like to make sure you’re okay with him talking to you and making sure he isn’t going overboard seeing how you react to things he usually doesn’t talk or make comments of. He’s going to be this usual behavior for a while so once you have gotten over it, he hasn’t. He’s scared that you won’t forgive him not realizing he was going overboard of his teasing and should have stopped. Please reassure him that it’s okay that you’re fine now from that incident.(if you forgive him or not)

⧉ He’s definitely going to ask nahida for help because he has no other choice to ask anyone. He thinks asking help by nahida is very..embarrassing because he doesn’t need or want help. He’s going to be awkwardly quiet trying to ask her about it. Nahida might go to you to see both sides on a way to think on how scara/Wanderer can make you forgive him. But if you told her that you forgave him and don’t know if he has gotten the hint, she’ll(nahida) teach scara on how to not go overboard next time and stuff yk? He was very awkward on asking, on a scale how awkward?? 8/10 awkwardness only because he loves you and doesn’t want to lose you like he lost everything <33