#scaramouche hcs

[angelltheninth]

IT'S SCARAS BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Imagine that we surprise scara(with sex) in a maid dress

I would not wear a maid out... but I like them on other people.

Pairing: Scaramouche x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, maid outfit stays on, surprise sex, rough sex, degradation, marking

A/N: Happy birthday to this rebellious not-cat boy!

Suspected you were up to something all day, just wasn't ready for you welcoming him home in a maid outfit

As far as birthday gifts go, his girlfriend doting on him while wearing a maid outfit is his favorite so far

It's not only the food and the good service, it's also the view

Which is why when you move this celebration to the bedroom he tells you to leave the outfit on

Push your panties down and that will be enough for him

He's honestly been trying to hide his boner since he sat down at the table

You end up holding the skirt up, bent over the bed and with Scaramouche fucking into your pussy, his hand fisted in your hair to keep eye-contact with him

His grin doesn't break for a second, too drunk on how sexy you look, he's grateful to you and he'll show you just how much

Maybe he'll have you wear this outfit more often because you've been a lot less of a brat today

Scaramouche didn't need to spank you once

A big improvement, you've finally learned to be good for him, a good, obedient whore, good only for listening to what he has to say and opening your legs when he tells you to

He really likes this new side of you

But it would get boring after a while, he wants his bratty girl back, the one he has to fight for dominance for and get her to admit defeat by begging for his cum

Now you're doing it all on your own

This will have to be a special treat reserved only for his birthdays then, one special day where he will get to fuck his pretty, submissive maid

[cherishedhope]

“Safe with me.”

Synopsis: How he reacts when his s/o gets injuried. Characters involved: fatui!Scaramouche, Xiao, & Childe. TW: Very mild descriptions of injuries. A bit of cussing. Probably not a trigger, but this could be OOC. A/N: Ah yes, the good ol’ ‘injured reader’ hcs/scenarios. I got lazy near the middle of Scaramouche’s scenario, so eh. Have fun with that. I wish I could’ve come up with a better title, but that’s all my brain juice managed to squeeze out. Also, I think I’m getting the hang of formatting! Haha. This might be out of character so bear with me. As always, GN!reader. NOT proofread.

Request status: open!

— You and I both know damn well he isn’t going to take this situation lightly. When I say he is upset, I mean he's pissed. Infuriated, even. How dare someone have the audacity to injure his significant other? Are they simply begging for death? — If you try to make light of the situation, he’ll shoot you a piercing glare to shut you up. He doesn’t find these circumstances to be amusing at all. Even if your injuries aren’t too grim, he’s still going to dispose of the treasure hoarders, and yes he’ll do it behind your back even if you oppose that idea. He isn’t a fatui harbinger for nothing. There isn’t anything you can do that will hinder him from annihilating them.

“Worthless as expected.”

You bit down gently on your lip as those harsh words sliced through your ears. Even though at this point you were used to Scaramouche’s degradation, it still stung a bit to hear those words easily exit his mouth. You weren’t given enough time to ponder over your boyfriend’s hurtful words because shortly after, the sharp stinging of alcohol swabs dabbed repeatedly on your open cuts. A hiss of pain was instantly drawn out of your lips. Hell, cleaning the wound hurt worse than the actual injury itself.

"It isn’t my fault that the treasure hoarder snuck up behind me,” You mumbled, rolling your eyes at him. Your hands clenched in your lap, being balled up into a fist when the swab tainted with rubbing alcohol hit a particularly deep cut on your shoulder. Scaramouche’s indigo-colored eyes flicked over to your clenched fists for a brief moment before he went back to cleaning up your wound. “mistakes happen.”

The room falls silent, the only noises being the grinding of your teeth and the occasional hiss of pain slipping past your lips despite your efforts to keep it down. While Scaramouche still managed to maintain his cold demeanor just as always, you failed to notice the slightest hint of worry in his gaze with each pained noise and every sign of discomfort you displayed. The truth was, he was utterly disgusted. Not at you nor your actions, but with the existence of that one treasure hoarder who held the audacity to lay his repulsive hand on you. The hand that held such a tight grip on the dagger that sliced cleanly through your flesh, ripping a large hole in your clothes as well as your skin. When the news had reached him that his significant other got wounded during a battle, Scaramouche was livid. The wound itself was not fatal, but still. However, it was fine now. He was here with you, tending to your wounds. You’re okay.

“Are you an idiot?” A bitter scoff was brought out of his mouth, his fiery orbs seemingly drilling holes into your soul with how intense his glare was. He tossed aside the cotton swab that was now covered in blood and reached into the first aid kit to pull out a bandage. The pads of his fingers brushed softly against your skin as he delicately wrapped a bandage onto your shoulder. His face softened as he spoke the next words, his voice still remaining cold, yet there was also warmth detected in his tone. “I wasn’t mocking you, I was referring to how pathetic the treasure hoarder looked as he begged on his knees for mercy.”

You blink once and then twice in confusion as you try to process his words. Oh, so that’s what he meant. A sheet of awkwardness fluttered down in the room. Both parties remained silent once again. Scaramouche glowered down at the first aid kit as he began to put away the clean roll of bandages and cotton swabs. The transparent box was snapped shut, the sharp noise being obnoxious in contrast to the deathly quiet room.

“You’re lucky those useless underlings found you when they did. Who knows what would’ve happened had they not spotted you. You’d be dead!” His voice was the first to break the silence. In fact, he had done that twice in a row now. You weren’t surprised in the slightest. You already knew he would start scolding you the second he was sure you were safe. It was just his way of showing how much he valued your safety. “Now, I need you to tell me just what the hell went through your mind when you decided to let your guard down in the middle of a fight.”

The lecture lasted two hours straight. About 90% of it was him constantly telling you to stop being in your own little la-la world and to pay more attention when in a fight. There was no mistaking the sprinkle of fear hidden behind his eyes as he scolded you mercilessly. Yet, despite how harshly he was reprimanding you, you couldn’t help but notice how tightly his arms were wrapped around your waist later that night. How he held you a little bit closer to him when you two retired for the night.

You weren’t allowed to go complete any commissions the next day. Mr. Fandango man held you hostage in the camp. And when you were finally permitted, — yes, permitted. He’s paranoid, okay? — to go do your daily comissions, he stationed some fatui underlings to accompany you with your work. If he wasn’t so busy, then he’d go with you himself considering he’s much more reliable than some worthless underlings. However, he made sure himself that the underlings were qualified enough to look out for you.

Better safe than sorry.

— Hm, I wonder what kind of flowers your culprit wants at their funeral. Maybe sunflowers? Ooh, how about daisies? Heck, Childe will pay for them himself out of spite. — You thought he was clingy before you got hurt? Well, multiply that by a hundred. He’ll be spoiling you rotten during your time being injured, despite the wound being just a couple of teensy weensy cuts. — It’s not just little cuts in the grand scheme of things, okay? Anything can get tainted by bacteria, which can then lead to an infection, which could also lead to death, and then- and then-! (we get it, childe. chill.)

“I brought you some flowers.”

Your head swivels in the direction of the sudden, yet familiar voice that had just come out of nowhere. You had been preoccupied with cleaning the minor cuts that were littered across your fingers. It wasn’t anything too bad. It was all due to some sharp ice that a cryo abyss mage had spawned above your form. Luckily, you had dodged it fairly quickly. The problem was that the large block of ice had completely shattered when it smashed onto the ground, the tiny shards of ice flying up into the air and cutting up your hands.

A head of messy ginger hair comes into your line of sight. It was your significant other, Childe. He was holding a bouquet of roses in his gloved hands as he slowly approached the table you were sitting at, pulling out one of the wooden chairs and sitting down on it across from you. “Are those for me?” You asked, pointing your forefinger at the flowers he held in his hand. It was almost impossible not to let your eyes wander over the gorgeous bright red petals. They looked as if they had been tended to with the utmost care before being picked fresh. You could only imagine how sweet the aroma must smell.

“Who else would it be for?” The tone of his voice was teasing as he passed the bouquet over to you. You gratefully accepted it, and after pressing your face into the soft petals to get a nice big whiff of the pleasant smell, you gently placed the roses in a glass jar that was filled with various kinds of flowers. Cecilias that had been imported from Monstadt, qingxins that were plucked from the highest mountains in Liyue, and hell, you even had sweet flowers in the jar.

And they had all come from Childe. That wasn’t even counting the scrumptious, expensive sweets he had bought for you as well. He had been spoiling you rotten ever since the scuffle you had with the abyss mage. On the contrary, you hadn’t gotten injured that badly. It was just a couple of cuts on your hands. Although, the 11th of the fatui harbingers didn’t just treat it as if it were just ‘some cuts.’ He had been treating you as if you were fragile porcelain. Something that couldn’t be easily replaced if broken so carelessly. His eyes trailed over to the small bandages that were fitted on your hands. The worried and slightly enraged look in his big blue eyes hadn’t faded away the entire day.

“Are you feeling better, darling?” Childe lowered his voice to a gentle whisper as he kindly took your hand in his own, taking extra care in trying to avoid holding it too tightly lest it stings for you. The fabric of his gloves felt soft against your hands as he held them gently. A coy smile fell across his lips. “I take it you liked the flowers?” You nodded your head leisurely as a response. While you felt slightly embarrassed due to how much he’d been spoiling you, you couldn’t help but feel loved. Despite his status as a fatui harbinger, which would scare many people off, you couldn’t help but love him dearly. He appreciated you and your presence greatly and treated you as if you were a higher deity. Like you were the jam to his peanut butter.

The grip he held on your hands tightened ever so slightly as he continued to gaze deeply into your eyes, a loving, yet determined look in his own. You were here, safe with him. He would protect you till the day either you or he perished. Damn it all if he ever failed to protect you again.

You are the love of his life, and he is yours. Nothing could ever change that fact.

“By the way, did I tell you about how I murdered every abyss mage in the vicinity and beyon-”

“Childe, what.”

— He is freaking out. — Why didn’t you call out his name? Didn’t he tell you countless amounts of times to call out for him if you ever found yourself in danger? He was supposed to protect you, damn it! — He blames himself for it. 100%. He should have been cautious and kept by your side. He should’ve been there, and he wasn’t. — Even after he tears through the treasure hoarders with his spear, he still feels furious the more and more he stares at your wounds. How. Dare. They? — While he’s also furious, he’s also terrified. He can’t lose you. He can’t. He just can’t.

Your vision was blurry and your mind felt foggy as your brain scrambled around to try and process what was happening. Everything had been going well a few minutes prior to this very moment. You were on your merry way to Wangshu Inn to visit your beloved, when suddenly you got ambushed with a horde of swords and bows. The roughness of the rope dug deeply into the skin of your wrists as you were pressed up against a tree, your body battered and bruised. It had all happened in mere seconds. You barely had enough time to process or defend yourself from all that was happening, let alone even think about calling out for your significant other. And when your brain did clear up enough to think about calling him, you felt hesitant to do so.

You watched in a daze as the treasure hoarders ruffled through your belongings in your bag. All of your items were strewn around the camp so carelessly. The treasure hoarders didn’t want to just settle for your pocketbook. The greed that filled up their hearts gave them an intense lust for riches. Not that you had any. You hated every single moment of this scenario. It felt as if you were some helpless damsel in distress whom relied on others to come and save them. It was humiliating.

But it was either get saved or more than likely suffer a gruesome death.

“Xia-!”

Before you can even finish speaking his name, all of the treasure hoarders are dead and lying lifeless on the ground, Xiao standing menacingly over their still bodies. Your face paled just looking at the sight. While you knew your boyfriend wasn’t a stranger to ending lives, he never unleashed his fury in front of you. However, you knew it would happen either way. Xiao wasn’t a merciful soul to those who harmed the people he actually gave a shit about. Even if he didn’t like killing humans, he’d do so without a thought if a measly mortal were to put your life at risk. It had taken Xiao a split second to stalk up to your restrained form to break you free of the restraints that held you in place. Before you could utter a single word to break the silence, you felt callous hands untying you from the oak tree. The scent of fresh blood floated up your nostrils, the strong metallic smell making your stomach feel queasy. At this point, Xiao had gotten rid of his mask and was focused on getting you safe and sound. His eyebrows scrunched together in sheer frustration as his eyes scoured over every inch of your body, the bruises and slashes never once leaving his eyes. While there was also fury, there was also a clear sense of worry shown through how shaky his fingers were as he finally undid the ropes, how uneven his breathing was as he caught you in his arms. (more like snatched you into his arms.) He was trying his hardest to remain calm, but he couldn’t.

“Xiao, I-”

“…Are you okay?”

Even his voice trembled as he desperately tried to keep up a stoic facade. You knew he was panicking. He knew he was panicking. How could anyone not panic upon seeing their significant other is bruised and bleeding? While the injuries certainly would not result in your death, all he could think about was what could have happened. He could be burying your body right now instead of holding you close to him. He clutched you as if you were his most prized possession, which you were. He knew he had to get you to a healer, but he had the hardest time letting you go. He needed to hear you say it. To say that you were all right. That you wouldn’t leave him.

Your arms wrapped around his torso as you hugged him gently, slowly rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly as you tried to comfort him. “It’s all right, Xiao. I’m still here. I won’t leave you. I’m okay.”

Those words were all it took for him to crumble down. His hands tightened around your waist exponentially as he held you close, his head pressed into his shoulder as he calmed yourself with his presence.

It would all be okay in the end. Because when it all came down to it…

“You’re safe with me, (name). No one will ever hurt you again. I swear it.”

“That’s nice and all, but could I please go to a doctor-”

“Oh, right.”

“The curtains have closed and the seats have become bare. The show is over.”

© 2023 cherishedhope. do not repost on other platforms, modify, steal, copy, or use without explicit permission.

[ikebo-simp]

Scaramouche hates feeling inferior, he's felt that way since birth and the only time he didn't feel that nagging feeling, was when he was with you

So when some rando on the street implies that he isn't enough for, he's ready to throw hands

But even through his opponent's laying on the street, the little seed of doubt has been planted in his mind

He'll start to overthink everything, made a slight face at the bitter coffee he made? You don't like his coffee anymore(the beans were a little old)

Turned away from him in your sleep? You don't wanna cuddle anymore(It's hot in Sumeru, even the cold Scara wasn't enough to cool you down)

And negativity swells like a thunder storm, it seems like all the good times the two of you spent are small and he loses himself in his mind

Until, you hand him a cup of tea and sit down next to him

"If it's too much, just focus on me"

And he wills himself to

He looks into the cup of tea and forces himself to not think of the bad days and think of the times where you took his hand and excitedly showed him this food stall he's seen hundreds of times, think of when a huge project was finally finished and you just collapsed on him, refusing to let go

And his mind clears, not a huge amount, but it's better than before, because in those moments he was 'enough' for you

A/N Scarabae is a puppet right? So... if he has not blood stream, then technically he should be like a vampire/iguana and need another source of warmth to be warm right?

Thanks for Reading

[andraxicated]

Request: [virgin reader who doesn't know what to do. scara guides her through it and he's like really soft. reader knows the process.]

a/n: omygod that request for scara got deleted when i remember saving it to the drafts (I had to collect bits and pieces of the req that I remember) I hope I got the gist though ^^

-hurriedly cleaning up my inbox before I get busy. next up are haitham, artem, and itto! reqs closed btw.

wc: 2.5k

tw: oral (f. receiving) | dirty talk | praise | unprotected sex | riding | creampie

You'd be lying if you didn't say you were nervous. With his hand roaming down your body, following his tongue that wets the shell of your ear teasingly; you have to say it feels damn good getting pleasured.

So this is what it feels like...to spread open your legs and have a man between them. One touch of the warm, wet muscle sends your legs jerking, moving Scara's head out of the way. He sighs and climbs up to your face, staring at you intently like he got a problem with you.

"What is it?" You ask timidly, suddenly finding the plain wall to be more interesting than the pretty boy hovering over you. Scaramouche then moves to mark a nipping kiss to your skin, testing if you'd like it on your neck. "mmph!" Seems you do from the little whimper that escaped.

"Don't move or I'll leave your pussy neglected." He warns, going back to the position he was in before, checking the wetness with a finger. It enters the fleshy hole and makes way for penetration, yet Scara groans upon contact with the sheer tightness of your walls.

This was just one finger yet you're already acting like you're taking dick. It puts a smile on his face at how responsive your body is, thinking you're cute and all as he takes out his finger and notices that it has become glossy with cum.

To your surprise, the wet digit goes into his mouth, sucking the juices off the finger, and removing it with a pop as his eyes drift to your shocked expression. You've certainly read this in books but you can't fathom how this is happening to you right now. Just then, you embarrassingly feel the gush of stickiness from below, feeling it leave you and catching Scara's attention.

He smirks and settles right before your cunt. Observing the way your cum goes out and onto the bedsheets, staining them. His expression turns into a mild seriousness when you catch gazes, hands making soothing circles on your calf. "I'll start now. Tell me if something feels good or bad, don't hesitate."

You nod, staring at the ceiling.

"(y/n), I need your words."

"Okay"

Scaramouche could've replied "good girl" but instead, he chose to place a loving kiss on your pussy, affectionately. Your body shivered at how an innocent act became dirty, you don't even want to look at what he was doing right now. You thought you were a big girl who can handle dirty acts like the ones in fiction, but oh boy...real life was ten folds intense than what you've read.

"Ahhh!" You let a moan escape, knees cowering inwards on the sound you made as Scara spitefully licked a long stripe from down to up. You heard him take a deep inhale before blowing the air on your cunt and diving right in as if to catch the air that he released. Your hips were rising on reflex which proves favorable as he grips your ass to fully dig his face in.

He's loudly mouthing at your vaginal opening, collecting shlick and spit while he flicks his tongue in different ways to know what you taste like. You could vividly trace its movement inside you, with your shamelessness bubbling to a point where you weren't afraid to show how good you were feeling. From the way he's sucking on your hole and directing little licks to the clit, Scara is very much enjoying what he's doing. So why don't you?

"F-feels good. Oh! mmh-Scara!" Like a switch that clicked, you buck your hips further into him like small thrusts, gripping his hair and pushing his face in with two hands. Your eyes were shut closed while he gave another long lick, the soft tongue fucking in and out of your soppy hole as he playfully rubbed his nose on your clit. Scaramouche was damn sure he looked so desperate while eating you out, good thing his face was deeply hidden between your legs while your filthy noises were hardening his cock.

He could feel the pressure building up on his dick, begging to feel what his tongue has been doing in the past few minutes but it was like your pussy has trapped him to not pull away. You were too sweet to leave, he keeps on collecting your juices and opening your hole with his fingers stretching you out, and giving space for his tongue to explore.

You heard him growl and the vibrations travel up to your body like electricity, his wet muscle smushes on the deepest part it can reach and your feet stills yet shake, a stuttered moan coming out of your mouth as the pleasurable feeling slowly washes over you.

"Ah!" You squeal as the tip of Scaramouche's tongue touches the overstimulated bud. You came, a slide of liquid going out from your pussy. He resists licking it up and pulls away from your suffocating thighs. His lungs take time to breathe in the room air and you see from the bed that his hair was sticking to his forehead, a smirk adorning his handsome face while he looks at you with some kind of amusement.

"There you are. That's the good girl that I know." He muses, eyes traveling on your body and then staying fixated on your flushed cunt that he just tasted. You were still reeling from an orgasm, taking in the previous happenings until Scaramouche decided to whip his cock out of his pants, ultimately catching your attention with wide eyes.

It was a bit thicker and longer than average, sporting a flesh color with a shade of pink on the cockhead. Just the thought of being filled up with that clenches your pussy in excitement. Yet you still have some reservations about the penetration especially after seeing his dick. "W-wait!" You exclaim and fear stirs in your chest as you see it hardening with his hands wrapped around it. Moving up and down, eyes closed, and breathy moans coming out of his lips. If his hand was already gripping tight on his cock, how much tighter is your pussy gonna be?

When Scaramouche felt that he had produced enough precum, he stops to open his eyes and sees your lustful expression, mouth agape into a small "o". Biting his lip, his cock twitches at the thought of you giving him head but for now...that'll be postponed.

"Like the show?" He asks with a teasing tone, coming closer to trap you under his arms, and opening your shaking legs to position himself. Despite how hungry he might have gone while his face was buried in you, he knows he can't do that as your first time getting penetrated.

"Yeah..." It comes out as a mewl when you feel the weight of his cock resting against your inner thigh. It's heavy and it's making your pussy throb, followed by light sucklings he makes on your breasts. "Haaah! Scara–mhngg" Your voice fluctuates when the bulbous head centers directly on your hole, you try to keep yourself from tightening too much but the foreign feeling was overpowering your mind.

Anything...just anything for him to put it inside you.

"...Inside" Your voice came out small, thus he didn't listen and kept on circling his tongue on your nub, pushing in a little bit of the tip for pressure then you cried in desperation.

"Please!" Then followed by your sobs as you push your hips upwards only to fall back from the lack of strength in your knees.

"Please what?" You see him closer than ever, hot breaths fanning each other's faces with the sexual tension at its peak.

"Fuck me!" you begged.

"No please?" His eyebrow rose with a questioning tone. He lined himself up with your hole, shaking like a crazed maniac at how much he wanted to push in already.

"Pl-OhhhHh!" You choke out a moan as the cock that's been outside for so long has finally penetrated you, a few inches from the head yet you feel like your vagina can't go any further. It was painful...the kind of pain you can deliciously tolerate yet it's also the kind to bring tears to your eyes.

"Fucking shit!" He exclaimed with his lip bitten so hard, fighting the monstrous urge to slam it all inside you. "(y/n), you're so goddamn pretty." He blurted out of the blue as his view was your hair sprawled out and your fucked out face that's constantly crying for his name.

"Y-you can move!" Scaramouche does so at your bidding, sliding his dick slowly into your convulsing hole and he breathes out as he feels the clamping of your walls around his member, sending the dizzying sensation throughout his body. "You okay baby?" He asks, wiping your sweaty hair away and he swore his heart suddenly jumped when you looked at him.

You were met with soft indigo eyes, genuine concern lacing through them and making you hold your hand out to caress his soft cheek. "I'm okay. Just be gentle."

To that Scara nods and places a kiss on your forehead, watching you take his remaining inches until pressed hips to hips when he knocks on your sweet spot. "Awhhh! Scara!" You moaned as the length inside you throbs, flush against your deepest part, and then pulled slightly only to slam back in.

"You like it?" He starts to thrust slowly and deeply, every pull advances him deeper in your pussy, rocking your body upwards on the bedsheets as you instinctively climb your arms to his shoulders. "Yes!-mhhm! I-I feel soo full!" You struggle to speak between breaths, opening your legs to the widest for him to move into, and he gives a toe-curling thrust with his thick length, the curved tip hitting the roof of your walls as he swallows your scream with an open-mouthed kiss.

It was messy. A spit exchange instead of a proper kiss yet you were both too lost in the feeling of having sex. You try to meet his thrusts but you whine instead, legs giving up as soon as you feel the overwhelming fullness of your pussy.

"Don't push yourself too hard. I'll do the work." Scaramouche's body ripples sexily as he gave an experimental thrust that made you pull him closer enough to your chest, mouth agape and eyes tearing up as the delicious stretch suddenly heightens.

He notices this and all alarms in his mind blare at the sight of you crying. He knows euphoric crying exists but he should confirm at least. "Why are you crying?" He meant to sound caring but it gave off an unintentional asshole voice to which he cringed inwards.

"M'sorry. You...just feel too good." You whisper, your voice too seductive in his ears. "I love you so much." Then you rise to give him a solid kiss that went straight to his dick.

"Ah!" You jumped when you feel him grow, your scared eyes meeting his dazed ones from your smooch. "D-did you get bigger? What the-" He cuts you off by pushing the back of your head, lips crashing as he gets sloppy and changes your position.

You break from the kiss as he readjusts your position, burying your face in his neck as the tension inside you becomes a bit too intense. He moves you on top of him with his cock still inside you, the adjustment position made him groan in your ear, and his strained voice wonderfully turned you on.

You clenched and let out a gasp when Scaramouche's hands gripped your ass, nails gripping painfully on the flesh. "Baby let's try this position. I promise it'll feel good." He shut his eyes close when he saw you nodding then he resumed pounding you, moving up and hitting your womb repeatedly while you continue to whine with every slide of his cock.

You wanted to move, wanted to do what the girls do in the books. Catching your boyfriend off guard, you pull away and slam back down to him, getting the timing right and making him blow his eyes wide. He giggled in disbelief, looking at your pleasure-struck face that was grinding against his length in search of release.

"Scara move!" You sob at every delicious friction you create, positively looking like a whore and Scaramouche loved every bit of it. "You're doing a good fucking job." He hissed at your wetness coating him and went along with the rhythm of your hips, snapping up harshly with his mouth lewdly open from the view of your face. Your body suddenly shivered in his hold, limply leaning against his body for support and he feels the throbbing along with the warm liquid washing over his length.

"Goddamn, did you-" He felt the words stuck in his throat as the feeling of your cum dripped down along him. "I came" You admit, not letting him finish the question. Your voice was mumbled against his skin and he thought it was cute that you were embarrassed. Scaramouche peppered kisses to your hair as he fucked you at an increased pace through your high. "It's alright, wait for me to fill you up with my cum."

You tightened at his words, impending his pounding motion yet he quickly holds your body to maneuver. Your movements were being controlled by him, dropping you down to meet his cock with the squelching noise filling the room.

"I wanna move!" With whatever strength you have in your legs, you prompt to once again move yet all you could do was little humping motions. "No need to move pretty girl, just feel me." Scaramouche coos, throwing his head back, and pushes his hips up in ecstasy. He could not stop thrusting when he felt his release building, it was like an animalistic switch was turned on.

"It's too much-Ahhh!" The head struck your g spot particularly hard, pulling a scream out of you as obscene noises filled the room and his cock worked your pussy open, picking up the pace. Your gone expression mindlessly trying to ride him was what drove Scara to the edge.

He moaned loudly at your neck and hugged you by the waist as if you were his lifeline. He held your hips and bucked his deeply to secure the cum flow goes inside you and nowhere else. To make it better, he gently laid you back to the sheets and you stay there processing what happened, taking his white fluids into your spasming pussy.

"You still there?" His tone was full of amusement once he calmed down from the high, plopping right beside you while he draped the blanket over your body.

Then you stared at him with excitement that took him by surprise, even more so when you suddenly placed your head on his chest. Scaramouche held his breath and all it did was amplify the beating of his heart that you're hearing. It was a nice feeling, something you thought would happen only in dreams.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long"

"O-oh really?" He stuttered, a blush staining his cheeks. Why the hell was he nervous right now rather than earlier?

"Yeah really" You mumble and press yourself closer to him, wanting to feel more of his addictive body warmth. Scaramouche then rests his hand on the small of your back, awkwardly patting you to sleep yet his eyes relax at the sight of you in his arms.

[byizoyas]

how he kisses you on nye. (gender neutral)

⟣ scaramouche stares at you really carefully as the two of you are sitting on his bed in his empty room. his roommate is outside, partying which is why you decided to join him in his room earlier to not let him move onto a new year alone. after a few drinks and him making fun of the people taking the ‘event’ too seriously, there’s a silence around you two, only interrupted every five seconds when a new firework explodes in the night sky. his cheeks are red from all the wine he drank, because he drank way more than you that’s for sure. at least enough to be bold and bend over, his face dangerously approaching yours. ‘i- thanks for spending the night here with me’ you want to say you are happy you did but he doesn’t let you the time to say anything actually, his lips caressing yours in a gentle way which is not exactly what you expected of him but you kiss him back, slowly ending up laying on his bed with him crawling over you to share a much more languid kiss.

⟣ childe waits for the end of the countdown, his arm over your shoulders. ‘three ! two ! one !’ all of your mutual friends around you shout loud and a large smile is on both your faces, making the moment truly special. now is the right time childe thinks. when the music gets louder and all your friends start jumping all together, you wanna join them, however, you feel stopped, childe’s hand pulling you towards him. ‘fuck that’ you read on his lips and seconds after, his two hands are on both your cheeks, and his lips on yours, sharing a passionate kiss. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pushing on your tip toe to reach his height and feel his lips curl up into a gentle smile against yours. his hands slowly go down your back, to finally be wrapped around your waist. ‘happy new year, love’ he whispers against your ear when finally after long seconds of kissing, he dares backing up.

byizoyas. 2024 works

[arorio-art]

Since playing his interlude, Ive always wondered how he was able to bleed, after all he has no heart and presumably no need for organs. Yet, here he is with a cut on his cheek.

My theory/head cannon is that he is carved from the wood of the Socotra dragon tree! It's resin looks like blood!

[mitsvriii]

Random Wanderer hc's

Pairing(s): Wanderer x reader

TW's: none

A/N: Happy Father's Day

Word Count: 220

He absolutely will melt if you make him any sort of food. He likes simple gestures. They make him feel special because you're doing something so simple for him.

He secretly hates it when you don't tell him how your day went, no matter how much he complains when you do.

He always makes sure you go to sleep first so you will not catch him snuggling up against you. It hurts his pride.

Cat fan. Can and will bring one home without your knowledge. Sorry if you're allergic, he'll keep it anyways (until you threaten to kick him and the cat out).

Subconsciously kicks in his sleep. And it's hard too. He does apologize with kisses in the morning, though.

If you ever have to go somewhere on a trip or commission for days, he will be clingier than a wet cat when you get back.

Questions about everyone you go out with. No matter if it's a childhood friend or distant cousin. You can't tell if he's that overprotective or just jealous, although you believe it's the latter.

If you ever use one of his old names such as Kunikuzushi or Kabukimono when he's being comforted he will melt again.

His most used pet names are: doll, babe, and darling. He will use mouse but it's almost uncommon.

[zenovoid]

How Genshin Men Subtly Show Their Affection Towards You

Characters: Tighnari, Childe, Cyno, Scaramouche, Al-haitham

[Fluff, Gn!Reader, no TW’s]

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Tighnari ————

He’s a very busy man, so the time you two spend together is much less of the average couple. That doesn’t mean you get less affection though…

Whenever he locks eyes with you he gives you the sweetest smile as his tail wags gently. The little sparkles that light up in his eyes whenever someone brings you up never fails to melt your heart.

He’d leave you an assortment of flowers he’s found in the forest with various letters detailing his love for you. Sometimes he’d give you a rare gem if he stumbles across it in the wilderness with a little doodle.

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Childe ————

Like Tighnari, he’d be gone a lot on missions that would last a few days to weeks, sometimes a month or two. That won’t stop Childe from giving you love though.

He would also give you surprise presents and letters whenever he’s out on missions. However, his presents would be more extravagant. He’d be giving you jewelry, plushies, and various items from various lands. With the gifts would be letters detailing his adventures with a few photos included.

He would also leave you a bit of mora occasionally, just in case you need it. Hell there was even a time where we just gave you a santa bag full of mora. You were…. shocked….

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Cyno ————

Once again, busy busy man. Unlike the two however, he’d definitely be home more often. Whenever he passes you on the streets he would pat your shoulders and give you a little smile.

Whenever he does come home he’d always make dinner, no matter how much you insist- he would always make your favorite dishes too- just to make you smile.

Whenever you’re struggling with something; let it be your job, friends, or those stupid little thoughts; he’ll always be there. He will always be there to help and he will drop everything to come to your aid if you ever needed it.

(as a bonus he’d probably hire a few soldiers to keep an eye on you to make sure you’re safe)

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Scaramouche ————

You’d pretty much always be with him considering the fact you two would be traveling together, so giving you affection would be easy right..? welll, it’s Scaramouche. Nothing is quite that easy when this man gets involved.

Whenever you hug him or give him unwarranted kisses, he’d complain and groan, but never push you away. Sometimes whenever you two are in a busy city he’d “accidentally” bump hands with you constantly until you grab his. Then he’d complain and complain, but you both know he wanted this.

Whenever he sees you eye something at shops, he would sneak back to buy it before sneaking it in with the rest of your stuff. When you ask how it got there he’d just roll his eyes and call you stupid. I mean- how could you NOT remember buying that? Idiot…

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Al-Haitham ————

This guy reads like no other, and he doesn’t like being disturbed either. And it always seems like when he isn’t reading he’s busy doing Akademiya stuff. However it’d be stupid of you to assume he gives you no affection.

He would read and research a lot about your interest in private, and he’d always be sure to mention it in your conversations just to see your eyes light up. He can’t help it, your expressions are just so adorable when you’re happy. Wait- what do you mean he’s blUshIng?? You don’t know what you’re talking about-

You obviously wouldn’t notice this, but the amount of times he’s kept you from harm is astonishing. Wether it’s beating the shit out of shady fellas, or scaring off dangerous animals and shrooms, he’s ALWAYS keeping you as safe as possible.

[yureismellslikefanfic]

I have a feeling I'll be writing a lot more fluff for y'all.

Also headcanons

Scaramouche x Reader (Fluff)

Whenever Scaramouche feels nervous or anxious he holds your hand, he wants to know you’re there with him, and you’ll gladly give him a sweet kiss on the forehead.

Whenever Scaramouche wakes up without you next to him, he immediately thinks the worst, only to go into the kitchen and find you snacking on (favorite food), and all his worries melt away as he snakes his arms around your waist.

Scaramouche may look like he hates the idea of getting matching accessories with you, as he’ll scoff and dismiss the idea, but he finds it cute and endearing. Please get matching accessories with this bb 🥺

[veradescent]

DESPERATE!! ( FEATURING SCARAMOUCHE)

smut !!! ; soft dom reader ; g/n reader but reader has a strap/dick ; desperate scaramouche duh. ; masterlist

cw: mention of scara crying at the end but he’s just relieved, pretty soft! writer is 17 at time of writing!

i’m giggling. scaramouche who’s folded in half beneath you, clawing at his thighs to try and spread himself open to get you deeper inside. scaramouche who rocks his hips so desperately that his skin is bright red. scaramouche who throws his head back against the pillow, punctuating each of your thrusts with a desperate whine. his breath is nearly knocked out of him each time. he’s twitchy and can’t think about anything other than you.

scaramouche who’s so needy and desperate to get fucked that you’re the one to slow him down; you’re the one who cups his face and kisses his cheeks, and the one who strokes their hand over his shoulders and arms to try and remind him to calm down. you have all the time in the world after all! he doesn’t need your help of course but when he catches his breath and takes the prompt to slow down, he realizes it’s so much more comfortable for him to be reassured. he probably starts tearing up when you kiss him. you’re so gentle with him… he can’t help but relax in your hands because he just can’t believe how safe he feels. he waited for you for all this time. he can wait for a little longer to cum

i feel like writing this was a fever dream. i remembered vaguely that i wrote something about scaramouche and opened my drafts and there it was. also sorry to the thoma lovers expecting an update i have a long written note in my phone about him….but i want to give it my all !!!!

[kyuuppi]

HEAR ME OUT. Genshin Men as your ex, like what would they do during the healing process? Would they beg for you back, try to get you jealous, etc.

I LOVE UR WRITING AND FORMAT XX YOU'RE LITERALLY AMAZING.

Ft. Zhongli; Xiao; Tighnari; Scaramouche

⚠️tw: manipulation (Scaramouche); bad end/angst (Xiao; Zhongli)

Every cell in my body resisting the urge to make them yandere–

⭐ Zhongli

To be frank, Zhongli is no stranger to the end of relationships.

Having lived through several millennia, Zhongli has watched many friends, enemies, and lovers come and go. 

The moment he met you, he already knew you would someday be the same–such is the nature of mortality.

No matter how much he loved you, you would one day become yet another bittersweet memory–the type that makes his chest ache in the latest hours of the night while the rest of the harbor is sleeping.

Zhongli knew your departure from his life was inevitable…

But he didn’t expect to have to say goodbye so soon–let alone voluntarily.

“I love you, Zhongli. I really do but… we’re just too different. A former archon and a human just weren’t meant to be together. I’m sorry.”

Words he had never dreamed of fall from your lips easily. You had rehearsed it for a while.

He is internally distraught - his chest aches in a way he is not quite familiar with and, for once, he does not know what to say. 

He politely lets you leave - says that he understands and expresses his desire to remain amicable if you will allow it but will keep his distance if that is what you prefer.

He will always be available to share some advice over a cup of tea or osmanthus wine if you should ever need it. The unwritten contract between the of you – the favor and support of a former archon – is unconditional. 

You may find yourself shocked at how easily he lets you go –whether or not you are pleased by it depends on the nature of your true feelings.

Zhongli’s warm smiles and calming words will always remain, albeit now polite rather than intimate.

Outsiders who were unfamiliar with the nature of your previous relationship will not even notice the difference.

It is only a select few - Xiao, a few other adepti, and perhaps the funeral director – who see how the once smoldering embers in Zhongli’s steady gaze have been smothered.

It is only in the darkest hours of night, alone in his study, that Zhongli allows himself to wonder if his divinity is a blessing or a curse.

“It is unfortunate that our journey together must come to an end so soon. I have very much enjoyed our time together and appreciated the honor of witnessing your glory so closely. I will not burden you with my presence but… if you should ever need my assistance or desire my companionship, it is always yours.”

⭐ Xiao

Never in a thousand years would Xiao have imagined he would have someone to call his own.

After centuries of abuse–both inflicted upon him and from him - Xiao had sworn to never put himself in a position that vulnerable again. He will never let someone get close enough to hurt him or be hurt.

Nevertheless, you appeared in his life and shattered every expectation he had ever set.

Through sheer persistence, you smashed your way through his every wall and stole his heart as your own.

You had created an inseverable bond between you two…

...but now you wanted to sever it.

“I don’t think we can be together anymore, Xiao. You have a duty to protect Liyue and that is your top priority. You are tethered to this place. But I want to explore new places… and new people. I’m sorry, Xiao.”

His first reaction is anger, the type that flashed white hot in his gut and burns through his veins.

He did not seek you out – you were the one who forced your way into his life.

No matter how often he rejected you, how much he tried to avoid you, you had repeatedly interjected your way into his routine, bringing him plates of almond tofu and sharing stories of you adventure he had never asked about.

You created the habit for him. You made him expect your presence every day. You gave him new experiences and made him feel things he never knew possible. You made him love you in ways he had never imagined himself capable of–

–only to rip it all away. 

He should have known he was not good enough - he was always just a weapon, a tool, wasn’t he? It is only natural that you would use him too–and that he would one day become useless.

He leaves without a word.

For you, it is almost as if you had imagined his whole existence.

He no longer waits for you atop Wangshu Inn. You no longer feel the sense of someone watching–protecting–you while you take commissions around Liyue. 

 The only indication you have that you had not dreamt the whole thing is the occasional story random citizens, claiming to have been saved from a lawachurl by a ghost with yellow eyes.

You think Xiao has forgotten your entire existence. He disappears from your life so easily.

But to Xiao, it is not easy at all. 

His every thought is plagued by you to the point he wonders if you placed a curse upon him.

While the memory of you once eased his karmic debt, now it only seems to fuel it.

The voices taunt him, remind him of how worthless he is, even to his own lover.

You’re only a weapon of destruction – of course no one would want to be with you. You could never make anyone happy. You can only bring pain.

He suffers alone, brushing off the concern of the other adepti and even Zhongli when his karmic debt seems to get worse, his breakdowns more frequent and more intense than ever before/

It is only when you call his name - whether because you miss him or because you are in danger, than he will allow himself to see you again.

But even as he stands before you, he will not make eye contact.

Not because he does not want to see you but because he does not trust himself to act reasonably if he does.

“Even if the… nature of our relationship has changed, our bond still remains… what I mean is, if you are ever in danger, you should still call my name. I will always protect you...”

⭐ Tighnari

Um… this dude mates for life, how could you do this to him???

Similar to Xiao, he initially just gets kind of angry.

He told you how serious this is for him, how much relationships mean to fennec foxes.

He had asked you over and over again if you were sure before making your relationship official and you had assured him that you were. You said forever.

You had known each other for years before - you knew his personality and his habits. You knew being a forest watcher was his top priority and how long he spent on patrols - nothing has changed so why are your feelings changing?

“I’m sorry, Tighnari, I just… I don’t think I can live like this forever. Working in the forest together was a fun way to pass time but I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want to be with you anymore.“

He tries to talk it through - he wants to be logical and compromise with you. He asks you to set boundaries and be specific about your needs so that he has the chance to try to meet them - he will do anything to make this work, you just need to tell him what you need.

But you insist there’s nothing he can do, and without a proper explanation, you leave him behind.

It is easy to fall back into old routines and habits. Even if his lover is gone, the forest never rests.

He goes back to his patrols and reports and lectures – everything is the same as before yet it all feels completely wrong.

The days he used to look forward to – eagerly learning more about the forest he loved and sharing his findings with other curious minds – now feel like little more than a waste of time.

His passion is gone, the once burning desires now doused and his mind is only plagued with memories of you.

Quiet moments late at night in his tent are the worst. 

His bed feels uncharacteristically cold and empty without you in it. The calm night is much too quiet when your voice is not there to hum a tune you heard at the market.

“You’re being incredibly selfish right now – our relationship may be just a way to pass time for you but for me – it's all or nothing. There was no one before you and there will be no one after you. We made a commitment to each other and we need to stick it out. So tell me exactly what the problem is so we can work on it and fix it. Together. We have a whole lifetime to figure this out so don’t just give up on us so easily.”

⭐ Scaramouche

You have to be insane to leave this man - and not just ‘cause he is hot.

If you made it far enough for Scaramouche to let you into his heart, you already know his past. You know what has happened to him and how he feels about people leaving.

There is absolutely no way this will go well for either of you.

Once his heart is broken his immediate response is vengeance and retaliation.

If you think you are leaving him behind – betraying him like everyone else in his life – you have got another think coming.

“I’m serious, scaramouche. I don’t want this anymore. We’re just not meant for each other.”

“Ha– you think you have a choice? I must not have made myself clear – you are mine and you are not going anywhere without me.”

lol oops I made it yandere

While much less openly accommodating as Tighnari, Scaramouche is still willing to listen to your complaints and try to find a solution.

Although he’s possessive and a bit blinded by his own feelings, Scaramouche truly does love you and will do anything he can to make you happy–but only if you are happy with him.

If you physically leave, he will follow you. If you try to find someone else, he is not above getting rid of them. 

Once you enter a relationship with Scaramouch, for as long as the two of you are alive, you will be with each other.

“Do you finally understand? Good. Taking care of those mortal men you wanted to hang around with was starting to become tedious."

[angelltheninth]

PLEASE I am begging for some wanderer shit or wjayever or anything with camgirl/boy/whatever the guck fuck reader I think that would be nice☠️🇵🇱🔝🙁🔥🥰🤪😭😢😱😉🤭🥱🖕😐🖕😋🤬😈⁉️😔🫶🥳💔🥳🤨😉🤨✅😍😉❤️

I feel like... I had a stroke while reading this and I have no idea what you want exactly? I'll wing it.

Pairing: Scaramouche x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, modern au, cam au, blowjob under the desk, desk sex, recorded, toy use, praise, cum eating, camboy!Scaramouche

A/N: I think Scaramouche would be a good camboy actually. He's super cute.

Camboy!Scaramocuche who was beyond embaressed when you walked into his room while he was pumping his cock with his toy, his legs spread in front of his camera. He almost wants to stop but that would let his followers know he has someone to fuck every day, that he's not as pent up as he seems. So instead you motion for him to keep going and not say anything.

Camboy!Scaramouche who falters as he watches you drop your panties and slowly rub your fingers over your pussy and your clit. You're just out of the camera shot, but enough for him to see you, to see the way you bite your lip. Fuck, this is his job, he has to do this but he also needs to fuck you, not this stupid toy. He needs to finish quickly, so he can be selfish and get what he wants.

Camboy!Scaramouche who is pissed off at you and pulls you onto his cock when the stream ends, spreading you open on his cock and pumping the rest of his cum inside of you while you lick the hole of the toy, eating his cum right in front of him. So many people who watch him would pay good money to do this. You get to fuck him for free, consider yourself very lucky.

Camboy!Scaramouche who sometimes has a hard time getting hard for the camera but he always gets hard for you. The solution is simple, record the two of you while you're fucking, have you look right into the camera as you take his cock from behind, or as you're leaning back against him while he plays with you're tits or your clit, looking as you come, so he can see your face caught in that high of pleasure. Of course this is a recording for him only and it really does help.

Camboy!Scaramouche who has an almost permanent scowl on his face as he jerks off and looks into the camera. When someone pays and asks him for a smile the most they'll get is a scoff and a mean smirk. They're looking at him but they're not worthy of him. He's constantly degrading the people that watch him and he knows its part of his appeal, so why stop.

Camboy!Scaramouche who lets you control his toys while he streams. It's the only time he lets you have control over him when it comes to anything sexual. It's also the only time when he'll get louder the grunts, because he knows that you're watching this time, he knows that you're masturbating too, waiting for him to finish, he can almost hear you begging for his cum.

Camboy!Scaramouche who talks to his followers while you're giving him a blowjob under the desk. If anyone asks about the noises he tells them its his pretty new toy but he's not ready to show it just yet, he needs to test it out first. But out of all the toys he's ever used this one is by far his favorite. He doesn't let you finish him off that's for after the stream, when he puts you on his desk and ready does use your pussy like a toy to pleasure himself with.

[kaeyazuha]

oooh ok this is so sappy but i can never get enough of pieces like this: how/when they first realized that they're in love with you, and how they react to that realization ft. tighnari, wanderer, xiao, and/or venti please? as fluffy or angsty as you want, thank you so much!

; This is an adorable request, thank you! I'm a bit rusty from the break, but I hope this is okay.

; 6/16/23

; CW: none tbh, wanderer and xiao struggle with feelings

; Fluff

𝗧𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 '𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿'

✧ Tighnari is extremely in tune with himself: this includes his feelings, his body, and his thoughts. And yet, he finds that around you, everything gets mixed up into one big puddle of goo. Whenever you weren’t watching, his observant eyes were trained on you. He’d analyze you like a foreign species of plant, trying to pick apart what about you made his heart pound in his ears, what made him stutter and blush like a lovesick teenager, what caused the ache in his chest whenever you weren’t nearby. He’s considered the thought of having a crush on you, but each time, he’d simply brush it off as a hormone imbalance or try to rationalize it as a perfectly normal reaction. 

✧ Realizing his love for you felt like a double take. “Oh.” and then “Oh.” It’s a split second that changes his entire perspective, and it hits him in the most random of times. He could be pressing flowers and then smile at the realization that those were your favorite flowers. Or maybe he’s jotting down notes and finds himself writing a few letters the same way you do. It could even be something as small as looking up at the sky and wondering if you saw the same shape in the clouds that he did.

✧ Once he realizes he’s in love with you, everything makes sense. The puddle of goo slowly melts away and everything feels okay again, and the clarity of everything hits him like a truck. He needs to say something. Tighnari is a man of action. He thinks before he speaks, but he speaks before you can think. He’d take a moment to think about what he would say, but then he’s standing right in front of you with rosy cheeks and a determined look on his face. And then finally, he’d say those three special words to you--

- ✧ -

“You’re a pain.” Tighnari couldn’t help but sigh as he crossed his arms, looking at you up and down with a tired expression. Yet, a faint smile tugged at his lips as he watched you struggle with a particularly invasive type of vine. You’re tangled in it like a bug in a spiderweb, a defeated look on your face as you hang limply from the vines. 

You groan, crossing your arms as you glare at him. The sight of him looking at you so smugly made you want to slap him...and kiss him. Maybe not in that order though. “I am no such thing! I’m just-- ugh…” The vines dug into your skin as they held you by your ankle, and you sighed before reaching out to him. His fluffy ears twitched with delight at the way you pouted so adorably, and he swiftly used an arrow to cut the vine, catching you when you fell. However, he clearly didn't think this through. As he held you, watching your expression shift from relief to shock to a mixture of embarrassment and bashfulness, his own eyes widened and a warm blush spread over his cheeks, his fluffy ears twitching when his tan skin continued to redden.

Oh.

Oh.

Tighnari was dead silent when he put you down, and he briskly turned around before starting to walk away. “Wait! Don’t just leave me here!” You sighed, starting to swiftly follow him, doing your best to ignore the way your heart pounded. The walk back was painfully awkward, your attempts at conversation followed by dry responses if a response at all. And eventually, you had enough! The way he refused to meet your gaze, how his hands clenched at his sides just to make sure they didn’t touch yours, he was avoiding you like the plague despite being right beside you. And so, you pivoted on your heel until you stood right before him.

“Okay, what’s with you? Ever since the vine thing, you’re acting like I did something wrong! Did…did I do something wrong?” Your confused and hurt expression made his heart ache, and Tighnari couldn’t help but shake his head fervently-- the way his ears bounced with each movement would have been adorable had it not been for the hurt you felt. Tighnari’s cheeks blushed a soft red, his multicolored eyes trained on you in a serious manner. It looked like he was about to scold you, with his serious frown and crossed arms, so you mentally prepared yourself for yet another lecture. 

“No, you’ve done nothing wrong. Well, getting tangled in the vines was rather stupid,” You bit the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to say it wasn’t your fault, but he continued regardless. “But, I’m grateful you did. Had it not been for your adorably clumsy nature, I would not have had the chance to catch you in my arms.” As your eyes widened, a small smirk tugged at his lips and he took a step towards you. “And if I hadn’t held you so close, I don’t think I would have realized this just yet.” Tighnari seemed to trail off on this annoying cliffhanger, and you sighed before looking up at him. 

“...Realized what?” As if he’d been waiting for you to ask, he leaned close- close enough that his hair tickled your nose and his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered:

“That I love you.”

𝗪𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿 '𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶'

✧ It took him ages to realize he loved you. No seriously, it would take years. Some part of him knew you were special, but he could never figure out why. Was it the way your smile made him anxious? Or perhaps the way your voice made his face heat up with rage? Maybe it was the way every little thing reminded him of you, like an annoying bug that wouldn’t go away. Yet, he found that none of these things were actually…bad. He loved your smile, the way it made his robotic heart race. He adored your voice, the way it made him blush so heavily. And he absolutely loved the way everything reminded him of you, like some part of you was always with him. It took him a while to realize he did actually like you, and not hate you. And then after that, it took even longer to realize he loved you.

✧ Realizing he was in love with you felt like a nightmare. It was a panic, a moment of weakness. Him? Love? Please, what a sick joke. Yet…after the panic subsided, he found his heart reaching out to you who he adored so dearly. You would understand, wouldn’t you? Surely you, who had the patience of a mother, would understand his pathetic feelings? Or would you turn him away, and leave him behind? He’d spend days agonizing over the what if’s though he tried not to. He was too prideful to admit someone like you could reduce him to a total mess. The amount of questions circling his brain only served to make him angrier, and he swallowed back his fears for just long enough to shout a very upset sounding “I THINK I LOVE YOU.” Honestly, it almost sounded like he was cursing at you.

✧ In summary, Wanderer is an emotional mess. His hundreds of years alive have been dedicated to anything but his feelings. He was destined for something greater than human emotions in his mind. However, when he sees the way your face shifts from shock to a relieved happiness, he realized maybe this was his destiny all along. Maybe loving you, who made him feel like a puddle of goo, was the divine purpose he was meant for all along.

- ✧ -

A chill ran down your spine for the fifth time in the past few minutes, and your eyes awkwardly shifted to the ground. He has been staring at you for a creepy amount of time, but it wasn’t his usual glare- and somehow, that only serves to make you more nervous. You gulped thickly, drumming your fingers over your arm before your head snapped to him, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, what is it?” In response, Wanderer simply shrugged. Gods, he could be so infuriating. You could feel your eyebrow twitch as you gritted your teeth, resting a hand on your hip. “I see, so you’ve been staring at me for five minutes just for fun?” Once again, he shrugged. The faintest shade of red dusted the tips of his ears, and his hands limply rested in the pockets of his shorts. You could see the way he turned his head, hiding it behind his intricately-detailed hat. The sight of his blushed ears made your eyes narrow, and you reached out to grab his wrist- causing him to let out a curse. Finally, a reaction!

Wanderer looked down at your hand on his wrist, and then back up at you. And then down to his wrist before he tugged his hand away. Though, he found that he quickly missed the feeling of your soft hand warming his cold skin. The way his hand subconsciously reached out to hold yours once more made him scoff and he shoved his hand back in his pocket, quickly looking away. “What’s the big idea, huh?!” His indigo eyes crinkled when he snarled, but a certain glitter swirled within them that made you smile knowingly. Wanderer leaned forward, flicking your forehead when you didn’t respond. He did this a lot, and always smiled at the way you yelped and/or pouted. But this time, his smile wasn’t mocking or amused, but oddly…endearing? 

“You won’t respond!! Come on, we both know something’s up.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms- and you didn’t miss the way he mirrored your expression.

He sighed, shaking his head before looking up at you. “You really wanna know? Really?” His arms crossed as his hat cast a shadow over his face, but even through the dark, you could see a blush starting to coat his pale cheeks. When you nodded, he sighed again, leaning close to you. “You’re making my head do weird shit and I don’t like it one bit.” Your confused expression made him groan as he tried to explain further. “Come on, don’t play stupid!! I keep having these…gross and cheesy thoughts about you whenever you get close. And the way you smile…I think makes me happy. When I see your hand, I want to hold it…” The more he spoke, the more a gentle smile started to consume his scowl before he snapped out of it, growling in frustration before grabbing your shoulders. “S-So what’re you doing to me, huh?! What, are you some kind of witch? Do you enjoy making me feel this weird?!”

The more you processed his words, the more you smiled. Slowly, your head tilted to the side and you laughed, shaking your head when his blush only worsened. “Wanderer…do you lik--” He quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, squeezing his eyes shut before shouting-

“I THINK I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, OKAY?!”

𝗫𝗶𝗮𝗼 '𝗔𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀'

✧ Realizing his love for you felt like a insult. He figured that his romantic feelings towards you were just…a glitch in the matrix. There was something about you that made his heart do backflips, and he did not like it. And so, he avoided you like the plague. But, distance makes the heart grow fonder. With each moment that passed without you beside him, he only felt lonelier. Even despite his eons of solitude, a mere moment without you felt like another thousand years. And so, one lonely night, you call out his name. And there he is, red faced and wide eyed, standing before your teary eyes.

✧ He didn’t want to admit he was in love with you. Could he, The Conqueror of Demons, feel something as human as…love? And so, the mere thought of falling in love with you felt almost insulting to him. It was a shock, something that almost angered him. He shouldn’t feel these things! But…if it wasn’t meant to be, then why does he like it? Why does he love the way his face heats up when you smile up at him? Why does he love the way you make him blush and laugh like a fool? Why does he love the way he loves you? Ultimately, he decides these questions are futile. Slowly, his feeling of betrayal and offense morphed into a feeling of fondness. And even slower, he’d finally listen to the cries of his aching heart.

✧ He didn’t want to tell you at first. But, after the realization of his feelings, he just couldn’t wait! He felt like an impatient child, shifting on his feet and biting his cheek. But, when you rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder, he knew it would all be okay. And so, as you gave him the sweetest smile he’s ever seen, he understood his feelings for the first time. For Xiao, falling in love with you felt like a rollercoaster. But…loving you felt like heaven. 

- ✧  - 

You’ve never seen him so anxious before. It was oddly unsettling, to be honest. Watching him shift his gaze every few seconds like a guilty child, the way his fingers fiddled with the material of his pants, even his scowl looked more like a nervous frown. Slowly, you set your pencil down, looking up at him with a concerned gaze from where you watched him pace around the inn. “Xiao…are you oka-”

“-YES.”

You deadpanned for a moment, wanting to be amused at his immediate answer that contradicted his expression of pure nerves. Instead, you were only more anxious. Slowly, your hands pushed against the table to prop you up and your shoes glided over the wooden floor before you were an arm’s length away from him. Xiao sighed slowly, resting his hands on the sill of the balcony with his head tilted away from you. This is a common occurrence for the both of you. Standing on the balcony, resting on it while watching the sun set. It was calming for both of you, but also made it much easier to discuss feelings neither of you liked. Past memories, traumas, bad days, any and all of it. But this…this was different.

“...No, I’m not.” Ah, there it is. Xiao’s eyes averted from yours, trained on the sky above the both of you as his hands gripped at the wooden sill. Patiently, you watched him, awaiting his next words. He was tense, and in all the time you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him this…afraid. Slowly, his head tilts to meet your gaze. His eyes were wide, glimmering in the fading sunlight while his pale skin carried a rosy blush that reached all the way to his elven ears. 

You smiled gently, reaching over to pat his shoulder- he still tensed, but it was nothing like before. He wasn’t one to let people touch him. Not even you, not at first. He would flinch, shove your hand away, and move from you- always the same actions in different orders. But, over time, he started to relax under your touch. This time was no different as he let out a small sigh.

“There’s something bothering me.” Xiao spoke slowly, his voice gruff and low but also hesitant. “I feel…weird around you. I’ve heard of these feelings in those stories told by Liyuen romantics, how one’s heart flutters around those they…love. But I’m not capable of that.” He continued on this spiel, and your eyes widened at the way he indirectly confessed to you. But, even as a wobbly smile overtook your lips, you remained quiet. “I’m a Yaksha, an adepti, I-I can’t feel something like this. And yet, I am. I am, and I don’t know how to feel about it.”

Xiao groaned, raking a hand through his hair before he turned to you, a small smile on his lips when you rested a gentle hand on his shoulder. You hummed softly, scooting closer before resting a head on his shoulder. “I feel the same way, Xiao. You may be an adeptus, but you still experience human emotions. Feelings confuse all of us, even adepti like you and humans like me. But, there’s no need to be afraid of them.” Your voice is nearly a whisper, letting your eyes flutter shut as his hand shakily reaches over to hold yours. He sucks in a quick breath, letting out a slow exhale before whispering:

“In that case…I think I’m in love with you.”

- Ky♡♡

[ikebo-simp]

"Welcome Home!" You open up the door to your shared house

Wanderer pauses when he hears you say 'Home'

He doesn't think he's ever had a true 'home'

His first 'home', his mother didn't want him

His second 'home', was destroyed by a ploy for the Fatui

The Fatui was never a 'home', just a place to stay

Even when Nahida brought him in, he was a "Wanderer", aimlessly wandering with no home

Then he met you

You who gave him meaning, a heart for this fake puppet

He looked at you, the only place, he'd happily call 'home'

You glance at Wanderer, who's still standing on the porch

A slight smile forms on his lips "Yeah, I'm home"

A/N Take a shot everytime I said 'home' in this post

Thanks for Reading

[dootdootwriting]

Doot, absolutely love your writing❤ I have a request.

I need some angst if your feeling up to it. Can I have an unrequited love scenario with any of the Genshin men of your choosing? How do they handle your polite rejection? Who continues to love you from afar? Who is down for you so bad and takes this rejection to heart? Like "Did I do something in the past to make you upset with me? Do you love someone else?? I promise I could make you happy."

A lot of potential, what do you think?

featuring: childe; neuvilette; scaramouche; tighnari (separate) tw: some stalkery shit + cursing in scaramouche's, childe not giving a shit????, letting them down ofc, brief mention of one-night stands (non-specified) in childe's type: angst, sfw pronouns used: none a/n: i went through my inbox this morning and saw this and was like. well. forget college im doing this. ALSO IM SO ANGRY AT HOW THEY PRONOUNCE NEUVILETTE IN THIS GAME.... poor guy

CHILDE -> the "well, at least i gave it a shot!"

he's prepared himself for this, honestly

being a harbinger and away all the time means that while he does enjoy the occasional dinner date or one-night stand, he'd be the first to admit to himself that he's not the best candidate for a serious relationship

still, he had to give it a shot!

you'd have to be pretty special to get him to even think about asking you out for real, too

so, all this to say he isn't surprised when you let him down gently and give him an apologetic smile

oh, well. he'll find someone else

he can have his pick of who he wants. he travels around for work!

and he knew you'd probably say no, anyway

so... then, why does it still sting a little?

SCARAMOUCHE -> the confused + furious

what? sorry??

have you been leading him on this whole time or something? what is your fucking problem?

on the inside, he's fuming. he's harbored these feelings for you for months and you're just... what, throwing him out with the trash?

(of course, this isn't the case, and you've been perfectly polite about rejecting him, letting him down slowly with a sweet apology)

on the outside, however, he doesn't let it show. he gives a huff and pulls his hat down over his face, turning away and refusing to meet your gaze

"fine. i never cared that much anyway."

this is A LIE.

for the next week, no matter how much he tries to distract himself, all scaramouche can think about is where he went wrong.

he can't figure it out by himself, so he turns to observation

he watches you, as you go about your day-to-day life, having almost completely forgotten him.

one of these days, he'll ask again. and you'll say yes.

NEUVILLETTE -> the admirer from a distance

"ah, i see. very well then, i understand. i'll see you around then, i suppose."

he gives you a very curt, polite nod, and turns around, walking away as briskly as he can without appearing too embarrased

it's honestly very cute.

while neuvillette does his best to be respectful of your boundaries, he still can't stop himself from occasionally keeping an eye on you when he's around, just to make sure you're doing okay

if you eventually do find another partner, he does his best to abandon this behavior, able to convince himself that you'll be okay without him now that you have someone else.

if you ever run into him, neuvillette will be perfectly kind to you, but he'll leave as soon as possible. he wants to be as respectful as he can

you never said you couldn't be friends, but he never saw you that way, and it's all he can do not to get on his knees and beg

TIGHNARI -> the "forget it ever happened"

you'd have to have been friends with him for quite a while to even get to this point, honestly.

so when he asks you out, you're surprised, and a little confused

and when you gently let him down, he's just as surprised as you were when he asked

for some reason, he'd come to the conclusion you also had feelings for him... and now that he knows you don't he's so embarrassed that he feels like digging himself a hole in the forest floor and laying in it for at least the next month.

but instead, he just flushes a bright shade of red and shakes his head furiously to try and ground himself.

"ah, i'm really sorry then, i get it. just forget i ever asked."

tighnari would much rather stay as close to you as he can be. and while "just friends" isn't anywhere close to his ideal label, it would have to do.

[byizoyas]

© byizoyas.

SFW | soft hcs how they tell you they like you for the first time with: childe, scaramouche, kazuha

cw: mentions of alcohol in the scaramouche’s part / ‘drunk’ reader, mentions of sex in kazuha’s and there’s a little plus in his part!

✰ CHILDE

› childe never intended to tell you. so of course the way it happened was beyond his own control

› you guys have been friends for a while and he just.. didn’t wanna ruin it yk

› but seeing you all cheerful and rambling about that stupid guy was hitting his nerves

⸻

if it weren’t for that clock behind you ticking every second, the silence growing would’ve been deadly.

childe was standing in front of you, his brows furrowed and his arms crossed against his chest. ‘w-hat did you just say ?’ you asked for him to confirm the words he just spoke; but in reality you heard it well.

‘i said, stop talking about that guy. fuck. there’s not even a single conversation we have without him getting involved now it’s fucking annoying.’

you gulped. you didn’t actually understand why he would be so mad when he could’ve just told you from the start you were annoying him.

it wasn’t like your friendship was new. he always told you when something wasn’t okay with him; so why was he almost yelling at you now.

you looked away, and you felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment. surely no one would’ve felt comfortable after that.

‘what is it ? you don’t have a conversation subject beside him ?’ he added. now he was getting irritating.

most of the time you managed to deal with childe’s mood changing, but right now, you felt like something would break between you two if you stayed here one more minute; so you took your stuff and simply went away.

no word nor gaze were addressed to him as you passed by his apartment’s door.

your stoic face despite hearing his reproaches only broke when feeling a hand seizing your wrist. you turned around, brows furrowed, only to find a pretty sad looking childe.

‘don’t leave me y/n.’ he said, his eyes looking down.

‘i’m not. you’ve been mean that’s all. i won’t deal with this any longer but im not leaving you, cut the dramatic shit already.’ you coldly replied, freeing your hand from his grip but as you were about to turn your back on him to keep walking away, he hugged you from behind.

your heart started beating faster. never once have the two of you been this close before and now he was resting on your shoulders, breathing against your skin.

‘i- i need you y/n. i can’t let you go with him.’

you took a long breath, and only now did you realize you had been holding it the whole time since he touched you. ‘what do you mean ?’

you knew what he meant. you just couldn’t realize it yet as if you needed him to use other words.

‘i love you.’ he said ‘i can’t bear it, to see you with someone else, i can’t’

there. he said it. you kinda had a strange feeling about the way he rolled up his eyes when you talked about your date. or the way he sighed while looking at his phone. you thought he was uninterested in your life.

but now that he finally confessed. all you could do was look away and think back of the times you could’ve understood it, and mentally scold yourself for not seeing it earlier.

✰ SCARAMOUCHE

› scaramouche is impulsive as fuck, so ofc his love confession wasn’t going to be something other than messy.

› he had been liking you for a while now, but as confident as he liked to think he was, he was actually terrified of his feeling being unrequited which is why he kept it to himself

› you were out with some other friends and had drank a little bit when his visit surprised you

⸻

your vision was all blurry when you and your other friends just got out of the nightclub.

‘it smells weird doesn’t it ?’ you asked them, but the only answers you got was them shrugging at you before kissing again. you looked away, sighing when realizing it would be another night of you third wheeling your friends.

you walked away from them, sitting on the first bench you found and just when you went to check your phone did you notice that the battery was dead.

you rubbed your face with your two hands before hearing a familiar voice calling out for you.

‘y/n !’ he shouted, and just when you took your hands off your face, did you see your best friend you left a few hours ago, just before going to the club.

the smile growing on your face got quickly erased when you’ve seen his expression. obviously, the man wasn’t quite happy about something and knowing him, he wouldn’t spare you.

‘are you fucking deaf ? i’ve been calling you multiple times.’ he aggressively asked.

you took out your phone from your pocket, handing it out to him expecting him to calm himself down after seeing that you had no battery. but it got worse actually.

he clenched his fists, giving you back your phone and almost throwing it at you. ‘i was fucking worried about you, there was a fire incident not so far away. i’ve walked all the way here to check if you were okay only because you’re too dumb to charge your phone before going out. fuck.’

he sat next to you, and heaved a long sigh before looking at you. your hair were messy. you didn’t smell good at all, and you had drank so much it could be seen only by looking into your eyes. but somehow he appreciated the sight.

he pulled some of your bangs behind your ears, allowing him to see your entire face.

‘why are you so fucking dumb ?’

‘and why are you so fucking annoying ? jeez, are you forced to act like that.’

‘act like what ?’

‘like my fucking boyfriend.’ you yelled back at him before bursting out in laughter. ‘look at you walking all the way down here for me, that’s pathetic, even for you.’ you said. your words were cruel, but it did not pain scaramouche.

and after he repeated many times what a dumbass you were, you thought it was okay to make fun of him too. little did you know, you actually hit a sensitive point.

only when he looked back at you without arguing back did you started to ask yourself why.

‘kuni.’ you only said, and to that he only replied with your name too. ‘don’t tell me you-’ you started, but didn’t manage to finish your sentence.

he got up from the bench, and started agitating himself, moving his hands as he talked, as if finally letting go something he had in his mind for a long time.

‘what if i like you y/n ? me ? pathetic ? look at you. you got alcohol on your hair, you smell like vodka and wine at the same time it’s suffocating. you can’t walk straight, and your voice is broken. you’ve got some nerves to talk to me like that. yes i walked all the way down here, and for what ? only to find my friend acting like a vulgar drunkard ? hell, i would’ve preferred to be in my bed right now. but i came for you, even though i wasn’t even sure to find you there, i came here because i like you and god knows why because i fucking don’t get it.’

to that monologue you only laughed. he blushed but you couldn’t see it as it was dark in the area you were in. ‘you’re a romantic one kuni.’ you kept on laughing

‘shut up.’

‘carry me home ?’ you tried requesting

‘hell no. you do you.’

only after a while did he finally accept to carry you on his back until your house. perhaps his confession was surprising and perhaps it wasn’t the best, but it was exactly like scaramouche and you never needed more than the sincerity he showed you tonight.

✰ KAZUHA

› kazuha is not shy about his own feelings, so you often talked about each other’s emotions together

› he didn’t think it’d be so hard to tell you about his love for you. perhaps he feared to ruin the bond you had created

› but he couldn’t take the risk to lose you to someone else only because he feared to face his own feelings, so he thought about how to tell you for a while and it suddenly came to him like a flash

⸻

kazuha and you had been planning that night for a while now. you specifically chose the movies you wanted to see, together so that the two of you appreciate the night.

but somehow, kazuha didn’t seem really focused on the movie. not that he was one to comment a movie, but usually when you did comment some things from time to time during it, he would chuckle or reply something.

but nothing. it was as if you were watching the movies alone.

‘kazu ?’ you asked ,looking at him instead of the screen, trying to see if he was with you.

he only hummed, his eyes glued to the screen as if he didn’t realize you, were looking at him now.

‘do you like the movie ? cause you don’t seem to be into it.’ you asked.

‘i’m hungry that’s all. coming back right away.’ your head was on his lap, and he gently moved it to the pillow he was resting his own head on, standing up from the couch the two of you had been spending the beginning of the night on.

he went towards the kitchen, turning on the lights while choosing something.

he wasn’t really hungry, but he couldn’t find a moment to tell you about his feels. an internal monologue about what to do and what to say was taking place in his mind, and in the end, he joined you without bringing any food at all.

‘weren’t you hungry ?’ you asked as he sat back next to you.

he smiled at you before tapping gently on his thighs inviting you to put your head back on it. ‘i ate something in the kitchen it’s all good now.’

‘and you brought nothing to me ? hmph.’ you fainted a pouting face before looking back at the television.

he was overthinking your words. could he be bold enough to suggest he could kiss you to give you a taste of what he had in his mouth ? he wouldn’t dare.

he didn’t even find words to say, how could he ever say such flirty things.

meanwhile, you had clicked the resume button and the movie was now playing in front of your eyes. multiple colors reflecting on the white walls of kazuha’s living room.

just when a sex scene occurred in the movie did the two of you chuckled. you weren’t teenagers anymore but there was still something special about watching these scenes with someone.

the scene seemed like it would never end, starting to make you a bit uncomfortable.

‘it seemed like it would never end huh?’

‘indeed’ kazuha giggled nervously.

the rest of the movie played and when the ending came, the two of you agreed to go to sleep.

only when you were about to sleep right next to each other on kazuha’s couch, did he decide to speak up.

you were about to fall asleep when he spoke, almost making you jump.

‘can you sleep into my arms ?’ he asked.

of course you weren’t going to deny his request. kazuha smelt good. great even. his semi long hair were soft and when you agreed and slipped yourself into his arms you wrapped your arms around his chest, playing with his red strand of hairs

‘i like you y/n’ he suddenly said. you stopped all movement, as if you didn’t hear correctly. but he spoke up again. ‘i’m gonna kiss you now.’

you couldn’t say you didn’t see it coming but it was still really surprising. in a good way of course. spending the rest of the night glued to his warm body while he was kissing you, felt like the most comforting place ever and you wished there was no end to that night.