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dizzyjaden · 26 days

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❝ all that is ephemeral ❞

Scaramouche x gn! Reader

♤ Summary: Relaxing fluffy evening after your husband comes home from work.

♤ Warnings: Implication of death, immortal x mortal, arranged marriage (but happy !), fluffy Scaramouche :')

♤ A/N: You are the world just as much as you are a small grain of sand. Accept where you are mortal, embrace where you are immortal. Scaramouche will love you anywhere <3

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"Darling, what is on your mind?"

Your tender voice cuts through the silence in the room where you sit alongside your husband. His eyelids slowly lift, tired as he seems, he is ethereal when the light from the window of the sunset outside lays itself bare across half his face in his dimly lit home. But as his lover, you do not see his serenity, all you see is the stress in the furrow of his brow.

He does not respond to your question, only brings his lips to meet your cheek, and then asks a question of his own.

"How do you not find boredom while sitting silently?" He whispers, resting his head on your shoulder. "So many I know can't stand still for a second."

Your answer comes more naturally than you expect.

"Your latent presence alone is contentment. Everything that needs to be said between the two of us floats through the room without a voice to accompany it."

Scaramouche stares up at you in admiration, his eyes half-lidded and his lips slightly parted.

"Don't you find life far too short to not speak your mind?" He asks.

You smile sadly.

"I actually find it excruciatingly long."

He smiles back.

"Time has passed so much swifter since I met you." He speaks. His smile falters slightly. "I feel as though life with you will pass in the blink of an eye."

"Is that what was on your mind?" You ask, digging your heels in quickly. It is so uncommon for Scaramouche to talk about his own thoughts and reflections with you.

"Sure... Amongst so many other little things." He whispers.

"Some big Tsaritsa-issued assignment tomorrow?" You question awkwardly.

You don't like the nature of his work. He knows this, so he rarely talks about it. You'd rather he talk about it than attempt to pretend it isn't happening around you.

Scaramouche sighs.

"I don't want to discuss work with you." He mutters. "Everything but you feels akin to work nowadays. I'd like to keep it all separated in my head."

You shake your head in disagreement.

"I'd love to take some worries off your shoulders." You say. "That's it."

He blinks up at you for a few quiet moments before sighing.

"I don't want to discuss anything." He clarifies. "Everything that needs to be said... Floats. Like you said."

You nod, quickly accepting the challenge.

The rest of the evening passes quietly, simply. After a while, you go on to prepare dinner with him. When you first got married, you'd usually shoo him away from the kitchen. Assuring him that you were more than happy to make him dinner, eventually, he admitted he just feels awkward watching you work alone, and you allowed for his extra set of hands.

Your entire engagement was not the most ideal. Your marriage had been arranged. Apparently, it was obvious to the cryo archon that Scaramouche did not have roots in Snezhnaya or attachment to his position. Marriage was her idea for him meant to keep him in place. You were just picked out from all the other noble families in Snezhnaya.

While it was something both of you resented at first, you now wonder that maybe as the goddess of love, The Tsaritsa knew what she was doing. The two of you did fall in love. You were certain you knew what to expect from a marriage with a harbinger, The Balladeer no less. You emotionally prepared yourself to live a life as a servant or a maid, rather than a spouse.

But when you moved in with him, you came to the realization so quickly that he wasn't loud, arrogant, or demanding. He was just quiet. Peaceful, even. Irritable, but respectful when met with confrontation. At first, it seemed as though he was just too tired from work to make his time at home a warzone as well, but affection was born of the inconvenience. He made a habit out of finding where you were in the house and preferred being nearby.

Aside from the servants who assist you in housekeeping, his mansion is empty. Silent rather than quiet. Barren. Anyone would become lonely.

Scaramouche was truly easy to understand. Your observations in his day-to-day life made the pieces fall into place. He wanted to love. He wanted to be loved. He was never sure where to look for it.

You are unsure how anyone could describe him as cruel as he quietly apologizes for merely grazing your side when you begin to set the dining table.

The two of you eat quietly, he practically scarfs his own food down, which humors you. He is always famished by the end of the day.

"Would you like mine as well?" You offer your portion of food to him without a second thought, he glares at you as if you just insulted him.

"Eat your food [Name]." He says in irritation. "Your day was no shorter than mine."

You hum in agreement.

When you finish eating your food, you're surprised to see Scaramouche waiting, staring at you eagerly when you look up to him. You smile.

"Yes...?"

You prompt him, though you know why he's looking at you like that. But, Scaramouche just isn't the kind of person to shamelessly admit that he so desperately looks forward to the conclusion of each day, when the two of you are curled up in each other's arms holding one another tightly in the warm comfort of a giant luxurious bed.

"Nothing." He lies.

And yet, when you go to wash the dishes from dinner, his arms are greedily wrapped around you, hugging you from behind with his face buried in your shoulder. You choose to not mock him about it, he is rather warm.

After you finish the dishes, he follows you into the bedroom where the two of you resign to your usual sides of the room to change into more sleep-appropriate clothing.

You turn towards the bed once you're changed, and realize Scaramouche has already buried himself under the covers, his face deep in the plush of the pillows, obviously exhausted.

You smile, and climb in beside him. He blindly holds out an arm to pat the area you've taken next to him, when his hand finds your cheek his thumb affectionately rubs across it.

"I... Missed you all day." He professes, his voice muffled from the silk covering his mouth.

You can't help but blush at his honey-coated tone. You don't respond but shuffle closer to him, causing him to turn on his side to face you.

He brushes your hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear.

"Will you... Always be here?" He asks quietly. "You won't... Leave or anything?"

"What a notion..." You say in a low voice. "Where did that come from?"

"I want you to say... That you won't leave." Scaramouche said, a slight blush dusting his cheeks to signify his embarrassment.

"I won't leave you, Kuzu." You say certainly, without hesitation. "Ever. Trust me."

His eyes trailed off as he got lost in thought.

"I want to take you... And all that is ephemeral... And keep it for myself. But I can't... All I can do is be in this moment where you are here." He speaks.

Your eyes widen.

"I am telling you I will not leave-"

"You are mortal, [Name]." He whispers shakily. "You can't keep your promise, no matter how badly either of us want you to."

You are confused, but Scaramouche pulls you to his chest before you can speak again.

"Love you... I love you." He kisses the top of your head sleepily. "Get some rest, my love."

"...Goodnight, Kuzu..."

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qingxin-dream · 8 months

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“Righteousness”

summary | in another timeline, kunikuzushi never redeemed himself. he took interest in a different kind of heart—not the Gnosis, not a Vision—but yours. (art credits: @/Shiqaruki on twitter).

warnings | lore, kidnapping, kuni calls you ‘little songbird,’ profanity, brief mention of physical abuse, manipulation, praise & degradation, pining, obsessive/possessive, smut [18+, MDNI], dubcon, female-bodied reader (wears a dress & lingerie), dominant kuni, choking, yandere jealousy, murder/arson threats, worship, slapping, finger-fucking, mirror sex, kuni receives oral, deepthroating, edging/teasing, orgasm denial, mention of breeding

genre | yandere, smut with plot, canon-divergent

word count | 4.5k

pairing | kunikuzushi/scaramouche x reader

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In a time all but forgotten, a young boy sat on his knees, caressing a hand-sewn doll in his palms and looking up with childlike compassion to his companion.

“There once was a puppet solider whose greatest wish was to be with a ballerina doll forever and ever,” he began, his eyes reflecting the scene of his storytelling imagination.

He gently squeezed the doll in his hands, as if to comfort his companion before the truth spills from his lips. “But the solider didn’t have a heart and didn’t know where his feelings came from.”

“One day, his owner didn’t want him anymore and threw him away into a fire. But even in the flames, his eyes never left the ballerina,” he continued with a more somber tone, drawing attention to the gut-wrenching ending of a tragic romance.

However, his voice shifted, offering soft words of wisdom and hope to his distraught friend. “The next day, the people found a tiny heart in the ashes left by the fire.”

Instinctively, the beautiful puppet sitting before the young boy curled his lip in disdain. “Probably ashes in the shape of a heart… but that’s not a real heart.”

He could hear the affectionate smile pulling at the corners of the young boy’s mouth. “Maybe, but what if… hearts can be born from ashes?”

“What a joke. It’s just ashes,” the lonesome puppet can barely conjure up a breath in his agony. “Nothing left but ashes.”

As his chest twisted and clenched with the wretched filth of so-called human emotion, the divine puppet came to a profound realization. His body merely served as a hollow shell, cursed by the ghost of mortal weakness—a living testament to the depths of an Archon’s visceral mourning.

In his naïveté, he had trusted the boy he thought to be his friend. He had believed that silly little fairytale, that maybe he wasn’t as empty and worthless as he felt. There was no heart to be found in the cold vessel of a failed god.

Kunikuzushi would have to claim one for himself.

Sin.

The ultimate temptress of mortals. The manifestation of human greed and desire. That which demands repentance and atonement for fear of eternal damnation. It is hinged on the human condition that death is inevitable.

Mortals are easily persuaded by morals and ideology if it means life after death in a paradise that is not guaranteed. Humans create false narratives to exercise the sick satisfaction of controlling one other. When all is said and done, the real struggle is for power—namely the power to control fate itself.

For those who are destined to roam the world with no such motives, imprisoned in an earthly purgatory, sin and salvation are laughable notions.

There is no reason to live, for you cannot die; Sin knows no bounds and comes with no price.

“The sooner you accept this, the better,” Kunikuzushi laments, his face just inches from yours. The bewitching twinkle in his lavender irises has remained all these centuries, a cruel illusion masking the abyss beneath. “Nothing you say will change my decision.”

You were really quite the picture, if he was being honest, all tied up for him. Kunikuzushi loathed that just the sight of you was enough to make the void in his chest cavity ache with longing. A reminder of his imperfection.

Anyone else would have died a violent death for such a transgression. But you presented a unique opportunity.

“Kuni, please,” you whimpered, your pleas falling on deaf ears. On the contrary, he loves hearing your voice, especially when you beg so earnestly. “I-I don’t know what I did wrong… I’m scared. Please, let me go…”

The puppet hushes you lovingly, his lips brushing against your delicate skin toward your ear. “Hey, now. There’s no need for that. You’re safe with me, little songbird.”

You flinch, gasping and recoiling in fear, turning your head away defiantly. It’s not like you could push him away, your little limbs bound to a tall column in the kitchen nice and tight. Hot tears pricked at your eyes. It burns like hell.

“Untie me, Kuni!” you shrieked, squirming and struggling against the binds to no avail.

He snatches your face firmly between his thumb and two fingers, squishing your cheeks to the point you felt pressure on your skull. “Ungrateful slut. Didn’t I explain this to you already? Your heart beats for me from this day forward.”

Frozen in shock, your body stiffens involuntarily as fear floods your veins, rendering you utterly helpless. Even as he gazed upon you with an icy, detached stare, you couldn’t find it within yourself to fault Kuni for this act of desperation. He could never make sense of himself and the pain that came with betrayal after betrayal.

Why even try to embrace humanity if it would mercilessly punish you for not having a heart?

You still remember the day you found him, it was but a coincidence you both crossed paths. Kuni was a wandering traveler, or at least that’s how he introduced himself. He seemed kind enough. You were particularly taken by his appearance, so lovely it was almost inhuman.

It just so happened that you were willing to offer him a place to stay. It took a bit of convincing on your part, actually, but you were worried about the string of murders near your village recently. Someone must have had an insatiable vendetta against the blade-smithing arts, striking them down one by one.

A small knowing smile pulled at his lips, his eyes creasing slightly with amusement as he marveled at how you opened yourself up so easily. This was the first time he had talked to a human in who knows how long. Perhaps since the young boy’s passing many dreadful seasons ago.

Kuni found the void in his chest persuading him to entertain his curiosity about you.

He had to admit, once you both got to know each other, it was quite the impeccable arrangement. During the day, you provided the kind of mundane tranquility and domesticity he had always dreamed of. Thankfully, your residence was in a rural part of the countryside, which offered much appreciated security and seclusion from the world.

Once you were safely tucked into bed and sound asleep, he would lie restlessly in the guest room. Puppets have no need for sleep. On some lonely moonlit nights, he would entertain his own fantasies of you. In the absence of such desires, he was compelled to satisfy his blood thirst.

Though Kuni had long forsaken the human emotions that afflicted his existence with disappointment and abandonment, his burgeoning relationship with you had quickly proven to be the last remaining vestige of his innocent supplication for a purpose.

In fact, he demanded it, after witnessing you day in and day out slipping from his grasp. He was growing impatient, waiting for something more. You had always stopped short of taking a little leap of faith to hold his hand or kiss his forehead, leaving him yearning for your touch and attention. Why?

Even in your presence, he was not alleviated of his turmoil. A number of possibilities plagued him. Were you dissuaded by his artificial constitution? Did he make a fatal miscalculation? God forbid, was there someone else?

No matter how many times he twisted, folded, and bent reality in his mind, trying to make sense of you, he never came to an agreeable conclusion. By the time Kuni realized just how deep you had nestled yourself into the empty husk of his heart, it was too late for the both of you.

All of this mental anguish and pining was unbearable. Unacceptable. He loved you, yes, but needed you more.

The puppet’s chest fluttered as you willingly complied, tears staining your cheeks, but that’s okay. His soft pink lips brushed against your cheek once more, kissing away your precious tears. It was his first taste of you.

Kuni cradled you in his palms like a delicate doll, his thumbs ghosting your cheeks. He leaned in closer, indigo bangs tickling your face and his mouth parted with a breathless question. “Is your heart… truly mine?”

He had broken you, and you had no choice but to nod slowly.

“Say it for me, little songbird,” he encourages you with a warm intonation. His eyes were trained on your lips.

“I-I’m yours,” you replied weakly.

No sooner than you could speak were his plush lips pressed to yours, a breathy hum of relief exhaling through his nose. In turn, you muffled a whimper, overwhelmed by the sensation. He had untied you, knowing you couldn’t hurt him but he could certainly hurt you.

Kuni was gentle at first, relishing in his first kiss with you. He carefully took your wrists to guide your hands to his body, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you against him. Still, you trembled in his grasp.

“There’s no need to fear,” he whispers between kisses, holding your face to his. “I will take care of you.”

He can’t bear to leave your lips. Guiding you towards him, he leans against the kitchen counter and tucks a stray lock of your hair behind your ear. A small prayer barely escapes his lips. “(Y/N), hold me… touch me… please.”

“Kuni,” you choke out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes again. You are silenced with increasingly fervent kisses, one of his hands trailing down to your neck just by his fingertips, giving you goosebumps in the wake of his featherlight touch.

“You are going to give yourself to me. Your heart is my heart, and I will not have you hiding any part of yourself from me,” his voice grows a bit more insistent, closing his fingers around your throat as a threat, but not yet squeezing. “Do you understand?”

You give a feeble nod, unable to look at him directly. Every time your gaze locked with his, it sent a pang of terror jolting through your fragile body. He brings you closer by your neck, kissing you with more confidence than before. There is a little part of you that is worried you are unable to discern fear from excitement.

The puppet lets his hand slip further, fingertips finding the contour of your chest. He hesitates briefly, then allows his palm to feel your plump breast. The act was enough to elicit a little whine from you, and he knew right then and there that he had to hear it again.

“Do you… have any inclination of how long I waited for you?” he whispers hotly onto your lips, feeling down your waist at an excruciatingly slow pace. He smoothed each wrinkle of your dress with his thumb, tracing the silhouette of your figure down until he felt the hem of your underwear through the thin fabric. His breath caught.

You were still not as receptive to his advances as he would like, and suddenly he scoops you up to hook your legs around his hips, pressing your back against the nearest wall in the hallway. Kuni was beginning to reveal his desperation for you in more ways than one, breathing a little heavier. He was determined to have you submit to him and if you weren’t responsive to his soft side, then so be it.

“Answer me,” Kuni lowers his voice with a commanding edge, his lips just inches from your neck while his messy indigo bangs tickled your jaw. You whimpered, involuntarily moving your hips against him at the mere thought of his mouth on you.

At long last, you found your voice—delicate and decadent with a tinge of spine-prickling anticipation. Perhaps you had lost part of yourself, your humanity, in him too. “H-how long, Kuni?”

You shivered slightly, feeling his mouth spread into a satisfied smile against the sensitive skin of your neck. His voice deepens further, sultry and needy, “Lifetimes… I’ve been so goddamn purposeless for too many fucking lifetimes, just waiting for you.”

Without warning, the touch-starved puppet sunk his teeth into the crevice of your shoulder at the base of your throat, sucking at the weak spot to bruise the skin with his mark. A surprised yelp fell from your mouth, and you so nicely turned your head to offer him more. He clutched your curves tightly, as if he was secretly wishing your bodies would just melt into each other.

Ba-dum… ba-dum… ba-dum…

Your precious heartbeat echoed through his chambers of his chest. Kuni craved that little pulse of yours, chasing it up your neck in heated, sloppy kisses. All the while, you encouraged him with sweet little sounds of pleasure, softly asking for more under your breath.

“It’s mine,” he reiterated, perhaps to help immortalize the sensation against his lips. With a faint growl and yet another love bite, he added, “You’re fucking mine, you hear me?”

If only he could be bothered to pull back and catch a glimpse of how the puppet had unraveled you beyond recognition, equally as intoxicated by the heat of the moment. No matter. He will have his fill of you in due time.

“Y-yours, mhmm,” you capture his wet lips halfway, experimentally swirling your tongue with his passionately. You were clinging onto his shoulders, entangling your fingers in the soft ends of his pretty hair resting on the back of his neck.

With a faint moan against your mouth, Kuni lifted you once more by slipping his hands under your dress to feel his digits press into the soft flesh of your ass. It was light work to carry you, giving him the opportunity to squeeze and smack your ass with a smirk.

Slipping into your bedroom, he set you down and turned you around by your hips so that you were facing the tall mirror just a few feet away from the mattress. He leans over your shoulder from behind and you blush heavily at the image reflected by the mirror. Both of his beautiful hands traveled up your body simultaneously, one feeling your stomach, ribs, breast, and resting around the bottom of your throat.

The other, however, caught the frilly ends of your dress, sliding it up your skin at a painstakingly slow rate. Kuni’s violet irises shimmered with obsessive desire, admiring every inch of your body that was exposed to him. He bunches the dress in his fist as he raises it above your hips, revealing the most angelic lacy undergarments accented with cute little ballerina pink ribbons. Kuni chuckled, his breath tickling your neck.

“Do me a favor, darling,” he whispers into the shell of your ear, kissing it lightly. He takes his time to unveil your breasts, each one perfectly shaped with lovely nipples begging to be pinched. “Open your mouth.”

You comply, watching yourself in the mirror with curious fascination, before Kuni stuffs the thin, light fabric of your dress into your mouth. He nibbles your ear playfully. “Hold that for me.”

His eyes marvel at your body. If you told him you were a goddess, he would believe you without hesitation. Divine or not, the puppet was hell-bent on worshipping you like he had been dreaming of. Kuni played with the intricate lace of your snow white lingerie, his thumb brushing your pelvis teasingly.

Instead, he takes two fingers and caresses your folds outside of the undergarment, pleased to feel your panties dampened with excitement. You quiver at the touch, moaning faintly. Kuni is enthralled by the sweet noise, taking the tiny lingerie by his thumbs and sweeping it down your pretty legs.

He immediately sits down on the edge of the bed, quickly pulling you into his lap and spreading your legs apart with his knees. There it was in the mirror. Your glistening flower framed with the loveliest soft petals.

Kuni couldn’t possibly restrain himself when you were presented so exquisitely, wasting no time to slide his fingers over your pussy. You groaned in pleasure, muffled by the dress in your mouth, relaxing against his chest as the puppet focused on rubbing circles around your clit. He kissed your neck and shoulders endlessly, admiring your reactions in the mirror and whispering lowly, “So good for me. So, so good for me, aren’t you, (Y/N)?”

Your thighs trembled. You desperately wanted to close your legs as his movements became faster on your clit, the stimulation swiftly overcoming you. Breathy moans soon evolved into incoherent pleas. Kuni held you steadfast with his legs, keeping you spread all nice, admiring how you twitched beneath him.

“What did I tell you?” his tone is one of warning, groping your right breast and littering your skin with a few more marks. “There are consequences to hiding yourself from me.”

The puppet suddenly swipes his middle finger over your leaking hole—causing you to moan lewdly—before slapping your pussy. It was a light but firm slap, sending an addicting concoction of both pain and pleasure through you.

After a brief moment, he returns to your folds to trace and admire it, then continuing his ministrations on your clit. Occasionally Kuni would let a finger slip to tease your entrance, finding that it drove you crazy.

“P-please, please, Kuni,” your words quivered like your body, bending easily to the pleasure he was so kindly bestowing you. It had to have been the hundredth small cry for relief tumbling from your throat, you were on the precipice of your climax. “I-I need it. Something, anything… fuck me.”

“You better not cum on my fingers,” the puppet orders, gathering your slick and gently inserting two fingers into your warm walls. You whined in frustrated pleasure as he stretched you slightly, pumping his digits in and out of you barely an inch but keeping you stuffed.

“I c-can’t, I’m…” you babble. Kuni knew you were on the brink already, but he wanted to at least try to prepare you for his cock. He suddenly pulls his fingers out, and with it escapes your climax. Tears were almost pricking your eyes. You could definitely feel them beneath the surface.

He slaps your pussy again as punishment for not listening to his commands. “Greedy sluts are not rewarded.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumble and he grunts, pushing you off of him and to your knees in front of the bed. Kuni makes quick work of his clothes, tossing his shirt aside and pulling his pants down enough to spring his throbbing cock free. You had certainly felt his hard length while you were in his lap, but seeing it rendered you speechless.

No different from the rest of the puppet’s beautiful body, Kuni’s cock was perfect. A few veins wrapped around his hard member, bulging under the flesh. Towards the tip, it was gradually flushed pink with hot need, a pearl of precum on his slit. You took him in your hand, butterflies swarming your stomach with the realization that he had more girth than you expected.

Kuni grabbed a fistful of your hair and shoved your face toward his cock with a simple demand. “Suck.”

You experimentally drag your tongue underneath his cock, licking your lips, and working your mouth on his tip to lubricate him first. Kuni’s eyes roll in the back of his head, resting one hand behind him on the bed as he moans deeply. “Fuck, (Y/N)…”

The sensation of you smiling with his cock in your mouth sent warmth through him. You eagerly fit more of him in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue just the way he likes it when you received praise. Yet, Kuni needed more.

“You can do better than that,” he scoffed.

His grip on your hair tightened, pushing your throat completely down on his cock just to feel it once. The puppet twitched in your throat, letting out a seductive growl of pleasure. You gagged slightly, before pulling back with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. You coughed a little, but he cupped your chin and wiped it from your mouth sweetly.

“That’s my girl,” Kuni coos, guiding you up on the bed next to him and pushing you down onto your back. As much as he’d love to see you taking him in your mouth all evening, he had a prize more tantalizing waiting for him. Clothes on the floor, moonlight pouring over you both, the puppet vowed to never forget how you mewled as he dragged the pulsing tip of his cock along your wet folds.

Gasping, you achingly bucked your hips in tandem, utterly drunk on the delicious sensation of his thick length parting your pussy lips. You loved to be teased, that much was for sure and Kuni ate it up—the desperate crinkle of your brow in pleasure and how your breath became short.

He presses his tip at your warm hole, but never pushes it in.

You groan dramatically, sweat already forming on your forehead and you haven’t even began. Every bit of pressure he applies has you smitten, imagining the moment he finally fills you. “K-Kuni…”

The smug puppet smirks down at you knowingly, grinding his cock against you repeatedly, rubbing your clit just right. “Yes, my little songbird? Have something to say?”

Before you can speak, he kisses you to muffle your answer. You grow even more impatient, using your legs to keep his hips locked close to yours. Kuni peppers your jawline and neck with kisses and little playful licks of his tongue. “I’m listening.”

“Please,” you beg.

Kuni’s tone is unreadable. “Please what? Use your words.”

You give him a flustered look of desperation and he pins your hands on either side of your head, interlacing your fingers with his. You reply, biting your lower lip, “Fuck m-me, Kuni.”

A smile graces his face and his eyes soften, thumbs caressing your hand comfortingly to brace you for his length. “Is this… your first time, (Y/N)?”

Though you were a shy and kindhearted person, he should’ve known from the way you deepthroated his cock earlier that it wasn’t your first. He wasn’t your first. That means someone else was. Someone else defiled you.

Kuni’s electric purple eyes darkened like an impending storm as you shook your head.

“Indulge me,” the puppet asks. “What other men have been in my position?”

You are not in the right state of mind, still insatiably yearning for your climax and grinding your wet folds on his length. However, Kuni doesn’t accept your nonsensical mumblings and half-answers. His hands tighten around yours, pushing his cock into you with a guttural moan inch by inch until he bottoms out completely.

“Oh my fucking god,” you sputter out, sighing in sweet relief and a bit of pain. Your pussy is filled to the brim with his cock, stretching you out good. You try to turn your head away and close your eyes, but Kuni refuses to let you.

“That’s right,” Kuni’s voice is nothing short of alluring in the most raw way possible. “Treat me like your god and fucking look at me while you take my cock.”

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t also utterly euphoric as he sinks his large member into your tight walls. Gritting his teeth, he’s taken aback by how you squeeze him unknowingly, even your subconscious is unable to deny the pleasure he’s giving you. It took you a few seconds to adjust to his girth, your eyes drifting down his muscular chest and toned abdomen in admiration.

With the first drag of his cock out of you to his tip, hushed hum of pleasures are murmured by each of you, until he buries himself all the way back into you. Kuni continues in this rhythm with a few thrusts, unable to his stifle his own moans. He was no better, his climax already building within.

Pulling back, the puppet releases your hands to push your legs against your chest by your thighs to get just the right angle and perfect view of your folds. He hovers above you, fucking just his hot bulbous tip into your needy hole. In mere seconds, you cursed to yourself at how good it felt when he brushed against your sensitive entrance.

Your clit pulsated for attention. How could he not press his palm onto your pelvis and drag his thumb across the slightly swollen bud? His half-thrusts became shakier as you unexpectedly tightened around his cock—moans freely and loudly erupting from your throat. The feeling was beyond exhilarating and convinced him to push you to your limits.

“You think I’m going to let any other man put his hands on you like this?” Kuni sneers with jealous envy reflecting in his irises. “I’ll fucking snap his neck. I’d kill him.”

Impulsively, the obsessed puppet roughly plunges his entire cock into your soft pussy. He relishes in your loud moan of shock at the pleasure and slight discomfort in splitting you wide open. His cock pushes against that wonderful spot deep inside you, incredibly sensitive after all his torturous teasing. You were seeing more than stars.

“I bet they couldn’t fuck you like I can,” he scoffs, possessively pulling your closer by your legs and holding your ankles on his shoulders as he fucks you mercilessly. “Make you scream like I can. And—nghh—breed you.”

You were finer than a work of art, truly, in all your fucked-out glory as you chase your high on his thick cock. His thumb flitting over your clit messily, primal groans of bliss echoing throughout the bedroom at every divine flutter of your pussy milking his cock so well. Your words were simply unintelligible, mumbling breathy prayers wishing for his seed.

“No one can take you away from me,” Kuni himself is beginning to tremble with pleasure, but nevertheless he keeps up his brutal pace. Every crevice of your walls and your womb will know his essence. “You’re mine, and I’ll burn the whole damn world for you if that’s what it takes.”

In a rush of jealous envy at the mere thought of losing you, the puppet abruptly pushes your legs back onto your beautiful breasts by his chest. The erotic melody of your fluids coating the base of his cock and v-line with every sloppy thrust pushes you both over the edge of an impossible free fall of euphoria.

“Cum on me, (Y/N). C’mon, cum all over my fucking cock,” Kuni demands with salacious desperation, pounding into you again and again until you’ve ridden out every second of your climax. The sensation is indescribable as he swears he could feel your rapid heartbeat through your walls—your heartbeat in his hands like he’s the supreme god of your body.

And as such, he blesses you with ropes of hot cum to drown your pussy in his everlasting love. Kuni collapses and cradles you, wiping the tears of pleasure from your sweet, angelic cheeks.

Righteousness means nothing to gods, for whom salvation is too late and sin knows no price.

thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! my masterlist

#IDK WHERE 4.5K CAME FROM I JUST REALLY LIKE SCARA OKAY😩💜#[opulent dreams].✿#[dreams of delusion].✿#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin fatui #genshin scaramouche #genshin kunikuzushi #genshin wanderer #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche smut

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kohampster · 3 months

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its still so fucking funny how wanderer went from a feared fatui harbinger who almost became a god to a college student

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #genshin wanderer #wanderer #kabukimono #kunikuzushi #the balladeer #hat guy #sumeru akademiya #sumeru #fatui harbingers #genshin impact fatui #fatui #genshin scara #genshin kabukimono #genshin kunikuzushi #scaraposting

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hanniejji · 1 year

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go on and kiss the girl

[ modern!scaramouche x gn!reader ]

summary: you should've kissed him sooner, you dumb fuck.

notes: belated happy birthday my skrunkly babygirl, i spent days thinking of what prompt to write when i came upon this god sent tiktok vid

words: 1032 | warnings: gettin a little hands but all is sfw, first kith is a lil messy but it's safe istg

"what?"

"i—don't make me say it again!" flustered, your voice muffles over the speaker, possibly because you smothered your face over your pillow from embarrassment. he could even imagine you rolling over your bed just from the shuffles that made through the mic.

but scaramouche wants—no, needs to hear it again.

"no, no, say it again," he waits in bated breath, anticipation coursing through his veins that pumped the erratic flow of his blood.

now that he thinks of it, his heart seems to be beating a little too fast.

"i," you pause from the other side of the phone, the sound of your shaky breath unknowingly picked up by your phone, "i wanted to kiss you earlier."

"...."

scaramouche felt his heart do a round somersaults, an unbelievable warmth creeping up his face. before he could even stop himself, his mouth parted to speak.

"then why didn't you?"

another pause commenced, this time he can hear you trying to come up with a response, stuttered vowels left unsaid with sheer fluster and bashfulness.

it's a shame he couldn't see it himself.

"i didn't want to just kiss you out of the sudden!" you finally quipped, voice a tone higher.

"then you should've told me like you just did now."

"i was nervous, okay! stop pressuring me!"

he could literally see the pout on your voice, a soft thump on your side of the phone letting him know that you might have plop yourself on your pillow. "why don't you ask me, huh? bet you'd be too shy to do so too!"

that's it, that's enough talk. he needs to move his ass.

"give me twenty."

"what?"

the call ended.

and there you spent a while vibrating with anxiousness and, if you were to be completely honest, eagerness. in fact, you were pacing your living room floor in circles, staring at your screen where you can see the panicking messages you sent him after he hung up.

he can't possibly be going through all the efforts to get to you, can he? just for a kiss? shut up it's not just a kiss. he just got home after dropping you off at yours when the two of you started the call. he was, he denies it though, unable to go through a night without hearing your voice after such a fun day spending the only proper birthday celebration he had in his whole life, with you—his beloved you.

maybe you shouldn't have told him shit in the first place.

or better yet, maybe you should've just grew the balls and kissed him right after dropping you off at your door. by doing so, you could've saved yourself from this unnecessary feeling of anxiousness. perhaps the two of you might even spend the rest of the night on your couch kissing and kissing and kissing.

"eek!" you squeaked at the sudden rounds of urgent knocks on your door.

he took less than twenty minutes to get here.

standing in front of your door, your hand hesitates to turn the knobs. oh, is your palm sweating? was it just you or is it a little hot in here?

"i know you're right there, open up."

"okay okay," with a huff and a quick prayer to the lord above, you pull the door to reveal a pouty scaramouche, arms crossed over his chest and his foot tapping the ground impatiently. his hair is in disarray, probably from how he haphazardly tossed on his hoodie over his head in his rush to get to you.

"you didn't have to go all the way here."

"i wanted to."

with an attitude huff, he welcomed himself to your house, kicking the door shut behind him before reaching over your waist to pull you close—the corner of his lip twitched up in a smug smile at your silent gasp.

"t—this is a little too close."

"hm?"

you couldn't stop the shiver that you felt when his breath warms your cheeks, the tips of your noses brushing against each other at close proximity and the gentle squeeze of his arms around your waist, chest pressed against yours. it's not to say that he hasn't been this close before, you've latched yourself on him a couple of times, but you've never been this intimately close to the point of kissing.

"you literally smother your face on my neck when you demand your cuddles, i don't see how this is different."

"shut up."

"make me," he grins at the flabbergasted look on your face, "i'm pretty sure you know just how to do that."

"you little shit."

with a sharp tug on his collar, your lips crashed like the rushing waves in the river against a rock. it's incredibly warm, the nerves that you felt when his lips met touched yours in a slightly clumsy pace, not just because his lips are warm but because suddenly your heartbeat started thumping against your ribcage, warm blood rushing through every fiber of your body whilst your lips melted against each other in a messy pace.

scaramouche felt no different from you. he feels too light headed to process that the both of you are still at the entrance hallway and that his hands are clawing around the back of your shirt, his nails digging a little across the fabric, eliciting a gasp from you that only excites him more.

god it felt too good to separate from you, he curses the irritating restriction of human nature to desire oxygen as he slowly pulls away from your swollen lips, warm breath mixing together.

your eyes follow the way his tongue peeks out to lick his lips.

"why didn't you do this earlier?" he groans, lips tracing warm kisses along your cheeks, jaw and neck, "could've saved us from wasting time on nothing."

"i know, i know," you sighed contentedly, brushing your hand through his hair and completely melting in his arms when his lips reached a particular spot on your neck. "but you're here now."

"yeah," he cups your cheeks in his hands, flickering back and forth your lips and your eyes. he whispers lowly before closing the gap once more.

"and i'm not going anywhere."

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skaviola · 9 months

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Kunikuzushi got adopted by granny oni cuz i said so

#genshin impact #原神 #wanderer #itto #ataraki itto #scaramouche #genshin itto #genshin kunikuzushi #genshin wanderer #genshin scaramouche #ska art #skart lmao

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aestrayla · 3 months

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the ultimate distraction ft. scaramouche

summary: your lover who plays video games day in and day out had never been much a problem to you. however, as weeks drag on with little to no attention received, you decide to take matters into your own hands. gamerbf!scaramouche (wanderer) x f!reader, modern!au

cw: 18+ SMUT and sexual themes. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT interact, established relationship, unprotected sex, dubcon, cum, pet names (baby, kuni, scara), hickies, teasing, humping, semi-public-ish??, handjob, creampie

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i just finished the sumeru interlude quest recently and kinda found scara cute as fk so i made this (now officially my longest fic), but anyways hope u enjoy :3

it was just another day in your shared apartment. your boyfriend playing video games on his pc, screaming into the mic, completely unaware of his surroundings; and you, his sweet girlfriend, just observing from afar, entirely fed up with his antics.

creeping up behind him, you decide to wrap your arms around his neck while placing your head into the crook of his neck, his soft cologne filling up your senses. however, your boyfriend decides to ignore your presence as he furiously taps his controller, yelling into the mic, “GO LEFT, GO LE— BRO THAT’S YOUR RIGHT, I SAID LEFT!”

rolling your eyes, you began to place tender and delicate kisses along his shoulder and up his neck. upon feeling the kisses, scaramouche’s heart rate increases slightly, but he remains focused on the game, slightly growling into the microphone, more out of frustration than anything else.

pulling your lips away, you finally began to speak, “baby, you’ve been playing all day this week. can’t you just take a little break?” you pout against his shoulder.

he sighs and rolls his eyes, pausing his game while pulling his headset off and setting it down onto the desk. he leans back into the chair, stretching his arms out a bit, “fine, but only for a little while.”

you take this small opportunity to climb up onto the chair, settling right on top of his lap. your legs hanging off the sides of the chair while your arms lace around his neck. the weight of you against his lap had his cheeks dusted in a warm pink, but he doesn't say anything. instead, looking past you and focusing on the pause screen of the game.

you tilt your head to the side, purposely covering the screen with your head, forcing him to look you in the eyes, “i said, take a break, remember?” scaramouche huffs softly, growing slightly nervous at your proximity. he reluctantly closes his eyes, trying to ignore your demands.

seeing his stubborn little attitude, you begin your attack of kisses once more, leaning in and placing soft kisses along his neck, slowly moving up towards his jaw. as you apply pressure and slowly move in, his heart starts beating dramatically, his mind screaming at him to ignore you, but his body responding to your touch.

for a moment you peer up at him from below, “kuni, you’re always so focused on your game. can’t you just give me a little bit of attention right now…?”

“mmm...”he hums blankly. he tries to resist you, but his body is betraying him as he leans into your touch, the tension in his muscles beginning to ease. your affectionate kisses begin to turn into harsh sucking against his skin, littering his neck in an abundance of red marks.

gasping, his hands clench into fists, his body shuddering slightly from the unexpected sensation. his heart rate skyrockets, and despite his protests, he finds himself growing increasingly aroused. you begin to rock your hips against his lap, softly moaning beside his ear, as his growing erection begins to prod at your clothed clit.

“nnngh...!!” his eyes snap open, staring into yours as he gasps, unable to believe the intensity of his response to your touch. his hands tremble slightly as he reaches up to gently hold your face, pulling you into a deep kiss that leaves you both breathless.

suddenly, you stop grinding your hips, ending the build up to bliss. which resulted in his hips jerking up into you aimlessly before he groaned in irritation. your boyfriend pulls back, his face flushed and his breathing ragged. his eyes are narrowed and the annoyance is evident on his face as he glares at you, “what was that for?!” he snaps as he begins to reach over your shoulder for his headset, “forget it, i was in the middle of something important!”

you stare back at him, gently grasping his wrists back before sighing, “since your game is so important, how about we make a deal?” his brows perk up in interest as his pursuit for his headset pauses.

“oh..? go on then,” he encourages.

“i’ll let you play your game, but only if i get to stay here in your lap.”

he grits his teeth and grumbles under his breath, clearly not happy about the idea, but unwilling to completely dismiss it. after a moment’s hesitation, he reluctantly nods, “fine, you can stay here.” you smile in response, burying your head into the crook of his neck for comfort as he began to start up his game again.

“hmph...” scaramouche leans back against the chair and adjusts his headset, trying to focus on the game again. he can feel your breath against his skin and the warmth of your body against his, distracting him further.

after about ten minutes of playing, scaramouche begins to relax slightly as your body falls limp against his. his mind wanders away from the game as he starts to focus on the weight of you in his lap and the softness of your skin against his. you begin to mumble random words out in your sleep, “kuni… miss you…” his heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice. he glances down at you, his cheeks reddening slightly.

as time passes, scaramouche finds it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the game. the flutters in his chest grow stronger, and he can't help but smile softly at the adorable sight of you sleeping in his lap.

as a couple more minutes pass by, your eyes begin to flutter open as you awoke from sleep. your boyfriend unaware that you’ve woken up as his eyes remain glued to the screen. you begin to nip at his neck again, hungrily sucking at the flesh. scaramouche's heart races at the unexpected sensation. his face flushes as he tries to ignore the bite marks and focus on the game, and his body tenses under your touch, but he doesn't move you from his lap.

as your lips move further up, you even begin to lick at the shell of his ear. his heart thunders in his chest as he tries to remain focused on the game, skin tingling from your touch, but he tries his best to remain silent and not draw attention to the fact that you're in his lap.

“scara?” you call. your boyfriend continues to pretend to be focused on the game, but you can tell he’s very distracted by you. his breath hitches slightly, but he doesn't respond.

“are you on call a with your friends on the game?” feeling your warmth against him, scaramouche's mind begins to wander. he tries to ignore your question, lost in thought about how much he loves having you in his lap. “answer me!” you snap.

scaramouche's heart races at the commanding tone of your voice. he takes a deep breath, trying to focus and ignore the hot pulse of desire between his legs. “yes... yes, i’m on call with them. can you... just a minute—”

you huff before rocking your hips against him again- delighted about this new-found information. “a-ahh!" scaramouche lets out a startled gasp, his eyes widening as he feels you move against him. his face turns bright red, as he can feel the heat spreading through his body.

you try to grind as fast as you possibly can can against him, with intent to make sure his friends hear every noise that escapes his lips. his heart is pounding out of his chest now, his eyes screwed shut. he’s trying to focus on anything other than the sensations you're giving him- the way your hips are moving against him, the way your whimpering against his ear, the way your fingers are tightly grasping the back of his head. “wait! g-give me a second... i need to-!”

you cut him off, immediately attaching your lips to his, pushing your tongue past his lips, furiously intertwining with his. your boyfriend gasps into the kiss, his eyes flying open in surprise, but quickly slamming shut again as he's lost in the heat of your passionate assault, “f-fuck, i-i can't... we need to stop...”

“why kuni? i need you…” you whine in between kisses. scaramouche tries to pull away, but your grasp is too strong. he tries to clear his thoughts, but his mind is in a jumble of lusty thoughts, and the desire that's building inside of him is too intense, “we... we can't...”

“just play your game, i’ll handle it,” you mutter. he reluctantly nods, trying to focus on the game again. the feeling of you in his lap is a constant reminder of the things he wants to do to you, but he suppresses those thoughts, instead focusing on the game.

before a moments notice, you’re pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it aside, revealing your perked up breasts that become squished between his body. “ahh!" scaramouche lets out a strangled gasp, his heart racing as he feels your bare skin against him. he tries to keep his eyes on the screen, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with you sitting, practically naked in his lap. you stare at him in delight, enjoying watching him panic a little.

scaramouche takes a deep breath, attempting to control his racing heart and lustful thoughts. he continues playing the game, his hands shaking slightly from the mixture of excitement and arousal. pulling your panties aside, you begin to rub your bare cunt over his sweats, your arousal beginning to stain his pants. “s-shit!" his eyes bulge out of his head, and he gasps loudly. he can feel the wetness against his crotch, and it's driving him wild.

“shh… you don’t want your friends to hear, do you?” you purr. scaramouche shuts his eyes tightly, trying to block out the sight and sounds of your pussy rubbing against him. his breathing becoming increasingly ragged as he focuses on playing the game, but it's becoming increasingly painful.

you can feel his cock growing harder and harder, his need for release becoming more and more evident. “fuck... i can't..." he grits his teeth, trying to control the desire that's building inside of him. his fingers clench around the controller, and he forces himself to concentrate on the game, even though it feels like his body is about to explode.

you slowly begin to pull down his sweats, just enough to allow his hard and heavy cock to spring free. and with your thumb, smearing his pre-cum across his flushed tip. “ahh... g-god... why won't you let me play the game?!” he protests as he feels you rub your thumb across his sensitive cock head. his heart races, and he grinds his teeth in an attempt to control his building desire. “i am, aren’t i?”

“fuck, you're killing me..." he moans softly, unable to resist the feelings that you're evoking in him. his hips begin to buck involuntarily against your touch, his need for release growing stronger by the second. after stroking him a couple of times, you begin to raise your hips over him before quickly sinking down onto his cock, softly whining against his ear as you feel him expand your insides, filling you up completely.

“ahhh... fuck, you're so tight... feels like i’m gonna cum..." he grits his teeth, trying desperately to focus on the game as you take him deeper inside of you. his hands tremble slightly on the controller, betraying his intense arousal.

“already? i haven’t even moved yet,” you tease.

“no, i mean... i can't hold out much longer... it's been so long since we've done this... ’m sorry, i need to finish this level... just a little longer...”

“’m sorry kuni, but you know i’m impatient...” you begin to raise your hips up before slamming back down onto his length, your breasts jumping against his chest.

“fuck... y/n..." he groans, his hips bucking up involuntarily as he tries to resist your movements. sweat beading on his forehead, his breathing becoming ragged. after getting comfortable, you begin to bounce at an incredible pace, unable to contain your mewls and whines, “kuni~ feels so good…”

“ahhh... i can't— hold out... much longer..." he gasps, his voice breaking as he finally surrenders to the pleasure, reaching around to grip your hips and pulling you closer to him, his cock throbbing painfully in time with your movements. you can’t stop chanting his name over and over again, completely cock-dunk over him.

"fuck..." he grunts, his body shaking as he loses control. he thrusts up into you, meeting your bouncing motions with fervour, his hands digging into your hips to hold on. suddenly scaramouche hears a tiny voice in his ear- it’s a friend from the call, “yo what’s going on bro? is that your girlfriend?”

saramouche's face contorts in annoyance and embarrassment, trying to focus on muffling the noise from the headset, “shut up! it's none of your business!”

his friend replies, “jeez man, no need to get mad. just tell her i said hi.”

“fuck off!” he growls, trying to block out the unwanted voice while continuing to pound into you, his rhythm slightly thrown off by the interruption. you begin to whine harder as you felt his angry tip prod and poke at your cervix again and again, biting into his neck to muffle your cries.

hearing your whimpers, scaramouche's body tenses momentarily before he regains his focus on the task at hand: pleasure. he groans deeply, bucking harder into you, trying to drown out the unwanted noise from his friend. “mm… feel so full, scara… ’s too big…” you babble.

“shh... don't talk...” he whispers, panting heavily. his hands gripping your hips tightly causing crescent shapes to mark and bruise your skin, as he continues to thrust into you. he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his mind whirling with pleasure and frustration. the slapping of your hips connecting rhythmically was extremely lewd. his balls smacking the fat of your ass again and again. “fuck!” he grunts, his hips driving into you harder and faster, feeling like he's about to lose control. the sensation of your bodies connecting together is intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

“baby, i can’t- ’m gonna cum!” you cry.

“don’t…!” feeling you getting closer to the edge- your pussy throbbing and squeezing him tighter, his body tenses in anticipation. he tries to hold back his own orgasm but fails miserably, feeling his seed shooting up into you as he groans loudly. a piercing moan escapes your lips as you feel your pussy getting stuffed full of his cum.

“fuck!” he continues to pump his seed into you, his grip on your hips tightening as he tries to maintain control. his body shudders from the intense pleasure, sweat beading on his forehead. your body was helplessly rutting against his cock, completely drowned in pleasure as you reached your high, legs trembling from arousal.

“hnnn...” scaramouche's breathing was ragged, his heart racing. he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours as he finally lifted you off his cock, which was still twitching slightly. “shit…” you could feel his seed slightly seep out of your cunt, dripping onto his sweats and slightly on the chair.

“damn...” he panted heavily, trying to catch his breath. his indigo eyes locking with yours, his face still flushed from the intensity of the moment, “that was... insane.”

you giggled softly, “is your game still more important than me?”

“no... you're important too,” he chuckled slightly, reaching out to caress your cheek, “but sometimes this shit’s just too addicting.”

you frowned slightly, “i’d rather you be addicted to fucking me dumb, scara…” you joked.

“believe me, i am. it’s just... hard to resist sometimes.” he leaned in, kissing you gently on the forehead. “let’s take a break, yeah? we can cuddle and watch some tv or something.”

“mmm… okay.” you slowly pulled yourself off of his lap before making your way to the living room. before he got up to leave, another voice was heard in scaramouche’s ear, “sounds like someone’s getting treated good tonight~!” his friend teased, “that sounded like some good sex, man!”

“fuck off, dude! shut up!" he growled, pulling his headset off and standing up, slightly shaking his head and chuckling at his friends jokes before heading off to cuddle with you.

thanks for reading <3 if u made it this far, i just wanted to ask… what did u name ur wanderer??

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bakpidia · 1 month

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somewhere, with you, mama

#kabukimono #genshin scara #genshin impact #genshin fanart #scaramouche #genshin kabukimono #genshin wanderer #genshin kunikuzushi

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luxthestrange · 5 months

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G.I Incorrect Quotes#65 Bleh!~

When you and your husband are asked about how you got together-

Y/n*Cuddling with a Baby Kunikuzushi on your lap rubbing his back, chin on top of his head*We didn't even have a proper wedding...We just went to the courthouse on a Thursday

Venti*Appearing behind the couch they are resting and looks at the sleepy purple/blue haired baby who is too sleepy to be scared by the jumpscare*The Judge sentence me to life...with no chance of parole~*Sniffs into a tissue*

Y/n*Looks up at him unimpressed with raised brow*...You BEGGED me to marry you

Venti*Leaning down to give you a chaste peck on your lips as his hand with a singular gold ring on his ring finger glows as he combs Kunikuzushi's hair*It's true I did!~

Kuni*Sees the kiss and makes a yucky face, blep his tongue at Venti* Bleh!

Venti*Goes to give him a peck on his forehead*Bleh to ya as well you tiny terror~

Part 4 of :

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #remarried y/n #genshin venti #genshin barbatos #venti x reader #venti x y/n #barbatos x reader #barbatos x y/n #genshin kunikuzushi #genshin wanderer #genshin scaramouche #genshin fluff #genshin incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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avgeliic · 1 year

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You began to hum as you continued to make dinner, you smiled as you heard a knock on the door. You wiped your hands on your apron running to the door. “I’m coming!” You slowly opened the door, your smile growing bigger. “Welcome back dear.” You stepped aside giving him space to enter.

“I’m tired..” He huffed as he slowly walked in. You pouted as you began to help him put his things down. He turned around and gave you a soft smile as he wrapped his arms around your waist as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. archons, you smell amazing as always. He hummed in satisfaction as he held onto you a little tighter, this is all he needs to be stress free.

“How about you go rest while I finish making dinner?” You mumbled as you ran your hand up and down his back. “No I just want to be close to you..” He whispered against your neck, you nodded as you felt yourself shiver from his warm breath. “I might be moving quite a lot though, is that okay?” He let out a soft sigh as he nodded, you smiled as you began to walk back towards the kitchen his arms still wrapped around your waist.

“hmph, it smells good.” He quietly spoke, his head on your shoulder. “Mhm, I’m making your favorite.” You nodded as you continued adding ingredients to the food. “Just a few more minutes and dinner should be ready okay?” He nodded as he began to give your neck a few kisses. “You are so adorable my love.” You smiled softly as you turned your head around to plant a small kiss on his cheek.

these moments were the ones you cherished the most.

Kunikuzushi, Tighnari, Kazuha, Cyno, Diluc, Alhaitham, Albedo, Dainsleif, Zhongli, Kaveh, Ayato.

#alhaitham x reader #genshin kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x y/n #kunikuzushi x reader #alhaitham x y/n #diluc x y/n #diluc ragnivindr x reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari x y/n #cyno x y/n #dainsleif x reader #ayato x reader #zhongli x reader #albedo x reader #kaveh x reader #kazuha x reader

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veintrry · 2 months

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I'VE DONE THE MATH

there's no solution.

synopsis: love with scara is hard

an: have you guessed this is a laufey ref, I just felt like writing something lovey but I like angst too much. also... hey teehee also shoutout ayame for getting me out of my slumber <3

Scaramouche and you have always held a complicated relationship. Even your friendship was confusing, in the sense that it was deeper than most. Maybe not necessarily romantic, but it certainly wasn't exclusively platonic. You two relied on each other, and you understood one another in a way that went past words. You didn't need to speak for himbto know what you thought. It was seamless. You and him had gone through hell and back together, so when your connection bloomed into that of something more than friends it was practically nothing but perfection.

It was beyond that. You had glee on your heart each time you saw the indigo of his irises and knowing that someone loved you. It was fulfilling having an anchor that kept you at the bay that had grown so familiar. The joys of not needing to say those three words, and the feeling that everything is going to be fine, as long as you have each other. And you were content. You believed he was too. But, you felt his attention drift. And the acts of affections, the gifts, and touches you attempted to make to maintain what you had, or what was left of it, were fruitless. You wrote endless words of expression, trying to make him see that emotion between you two once more, but nothing would come back. At best, acknowledgement. At worst, ignored. Practically forgotten like you were nothing.

You don't know when it started, or why. You don't why that anchor that had once been the one thing keeping you on your feet was keeping you stuck in place, unable to move on. Even though you two were dating it was like you had never once spoken in your entire lives. You'd say that you still felt that joy when he looked at you, but he doesn't even glance at you anymore. It was like you were erased without an answer. And with desperation you clung. For once you had attained a love you didn't know your body and mind craved and you wanted it back. It made you feel alive in the most cliché sense. So you continued to try, to become more persistent. But it's like he only cared when you did everything, when there was no one else but you to fall back on.

Then it dawned upon you. You had become merely the thing that comes last to everything, the thing he kept around just so he never is fully alone. It all felt so aimless. All you wanted is to see the hue of his eyes again rather than being met with the back of his head, the only sight are his silky straight strands. It was as if his face was obscured. So, you stopped. You stopped being the first to come to him, to display your love - if you can call it that anymore - first. To be there. And you waited. You couldn't help waiting internally, for that day he'd come back, the day he'd speak to you, tell you he's sorry and he loves you. And foolishly, you'd forgive him as you've done countless times. But that day never comes.

You fought for what you wanted. You allowed yourself to be pitiful. You let your fingers write him honey sweet words till they began to mean nothing to you, and you had to search for new sentences, new phrases, just so you can be refreshing - less repetitive. But it didn't matter. It did not matter what letters you strung together, how you ordered a sentence, how neatly you tied a gift, how long you spent picking it, how gentle your touch was or even its warmth. Because he didn't love you. And worst of all, he didn't care. He didn't care despite your long history and you were left for nothing.

So, you told yourself you'd get away. Distance yourself. There was nothing for you here, not with him. But it hurt. It hurt not being anything. Because despite how horrible it felt when you had something, at least it existed, at least you can say it's there. But now, nothing was left. Your memories were just that; Memories.

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sugurugetofavoritemonkey · 1 year

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Scaramouche x female reader

Summary : As Scaramouche wakes you up in the middle of the night, it seems that you’re the one to blame for a certain problem of his.

Smut : penetration, soft sex with Scaramouche being a tease, nipple stimulation, implied cockwarming, Scaramouche doesn’t want you to waste his cum, maybe excessive use of pet name “dove” sorry. ( If I forgot something please tell me <3 )

880 words

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You woke up in the middle of the night with Scaramouche rubbing his stiff cock on your behind with insistence.

When he sensed you beginning to stir up from your sleep, a little drowsy, his hand wandered on your thigh, caressing it from your knee to your crotch slowly, erupting goosebumps to tease you further.

“ You’re awake my little dove ? ”

Your sleepy humming reaches Scaramouche’s ears, alas his hips didn’t falter their movements against your ass. His dick throbbing against you with need.

“ You have to take care of the problem you created when you rubbed your ass on my cock all night little minx. ”

Fully awake now, you opt to carry on what you apparently did to him while you slept, moving your hips in a circle against him behind you, to see how he will react, a teasing grin on your face that he could not see.

With a groan, Scaramouche is quick to get his shaft out of its confines, his tip engorged with want. Holding firmly your waist with one hand and stroking his length with the other, your lover closes the gap between his hard length and your dripping little pussy, pulling aside your panties, and rubbing his shaft between your puffy lips, wetting himself in the way and stimulating your clit in dire need of attention, making you exhale a little whine.

“ Aren’t you already awfully wet when I barely just touched you, hm ? ”, he laughed, deep in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

He yearns for you so deeply, just as much as you long for his touch, that he doesn’t waste any more time teasing the both of you and move to slide himself into your messy cunt, slowly, in one go, with little to no resistance due to the amount of wetness that was already oozing out of you, making Scaramouche hum in appreciation.

“ Fuck- little dove, your warmth is encircling me so perfectly. ”, he sinfully moans, still close to your ear.

His hold tightens on your waist when he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts, his hand using your body as leverage while his thrusts are slow and languid, rolling his hips into you with force, to make the pleasure last as long as possible.

Scaramouche’s hand that was previously on your waist goes higher until he can fondle one of your breasts softy under your shirt, teasing the erect nipple with his thumb and index, rolling the flesh bud between them until he can proudly hear you whimper out loud at the sweet pleasure he’s giving you.

Your mind feels foggy with his touches, your hole throbbing and clenching around him at the teasing thrusts he gives you, purposely giving you just what you need to reach your climax with enough stimulation while still only offering what he wants and how he wants to. Your pulse quickens when you feel Scaramouche’s lips lay one, two then three and even more featherlight kisses on all the places he can reach from the back, your glistening neck, your pulsating throat, your warm ears and finally your trembling jaw.

And seeing how much excited you two already were, like you two alway are for each other, and with all the stimulation he’s giving you, you only need a few more drives of his hard length within you, to flutter your eyes shut at the feeling of your climax being this close, that you could almost sense it on the tip of your tongue. And Scaramouche didn’t need you to tell him, to know it either. You were akin to his soulmate after all.

“ I know you’re close, come on little dove, make a mess for me ”, to emphasize, his kisses become stronger, his thrusts faster and his fingers applying just enough more pressure on your aching nipple.

It’s when your peak hits you, that your mouth falls open in a silent cry, Scaramouche whispering a strangled moan in your ear, his cock twitching within your tight walls as he spills his white semens deep inside you, while your walls contract around him at the delicious feeling.

As Scaramouche buries his face in the crook of your warm neck, he keeps on grinding slightly into your quivering hole to ease you down after you've come all over his crotch. His skin and yours glistening with sweat, chests heaving and all that could be heard was ragged breaths in the silent room.

That was, until Scaramouche had left his hand wandering on your exposed shining thigh, up to your waist, to grab you there gently, and making you take impossibly more of his swelling cock, burying himself to the hilt. Making you hiss in overstimulation for a second, until a whisper of his could be heard from behind you, his lips skimming the shell of your ear.

“ Go back to sleep and keep my seed warm until tomorrow morning my sweet dove. "

Quickly followed by an affectionate kiss on your jaw and Scaramouche holding you dearly against his chest, his arms protectively around your form. Sleep soon overcomes you in the most pleasant way, your body relaxing in his, and your fingers interlacing between those of your Scaramouche.

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Author’s Note : It’s my first Genshin’s smut and I think that I am kind of really proud of it, since it’s for my lovely Scaramouche and I was so freaking happy to write it even if I had to concentrate a lot to make it as perfect as possible but also because I tried to work on a lot of vocabulary to make the story seem way more lively, hope I did good so please feedback is always appreciated <3

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scarafvcker · 8 months

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synopsis: kunikuzushi can’t take his eyes off of your hands while you play guitar (i.e. he wants you so bad i want him so bad)

cws: handjob, blowjob, cumshot, kinda bratty!kunikuzushi, he’s also a switch kinda, gn!reader

word count: 2300+

a/n: inspired by a c.ai bot!! i was supposed to be working on my drafts while i was shadowbanned but i didn’t LMFAO

in the comfort of his garage, the indigo-haired boy wasn’t the haughty scaramouche of the small city’s band. in the comfort of his garage, the indigo-haired boy was just kunikazushi—the brash yet soft-spoken boy whom you’ve known since middle school. and as he sat in the comfort of his garage, drumming away at the drum set in front of him, his eyes were glued on you as you stood there, strumming away at your electric guitar, too lost in the music to feel his gaze burning into you.

the sounds of your practice was muffled to any outside ears by the numerous padding stretching over all four walls of the garage—a request from his mother when the band had first started up. practice was a lot quieter today, the lack of the other five members of the band was glaringly obvious and kunikuzushi was conflicted. the lack of venti’s boisterous laughter and heizou’s teasing antics was a nice change in pace, however with his attention not being diverted amongst his other band mates, his full attention was on you.

he’d spent years wondering about your hands, wondering about how smooth they look despite the amount of times you’ve plucked your guitar until you’ve bled on stage. his thoughts distracted him one too many times, playing the wrong drum at the wrong moment and completely messing up the beat for the fifth time this session. he lets out a disgruntled sigh, shaking the thoughts from his head while he reaches up to stop the cymbals’ mocking rings. he looked over at you with an apologetic look, his eyes wandering over your figure as you slid your guitar strap off of yourself.

“sorry, sorry.. i’m a little distracted today,” he muttered while he watched you put down your guitar and walk over to him. he could barely look you in the eye, fiddling with the hem of his shirt and pulling it down to cover up the tent growing in his shorts. that look you gave him sent a shiver down his spine. you were always like this—so confident and teasing and it’s no wonder why you were the second most popular member of the band, following closely after your smooth talking, blonde band mate.

“oh? sorry for what, kuni?” your voice held a teasing lilt as you spoke his name causing him to grumble once again. you let out an amused hum, leaning against the wall beside him and crossing your arms over yourself. his eyes flickered to your hands once again while they resting on your arms before darting back up to your face. you still wore that knowing smirk that never ceases to make his blood boil and rush to his cock, “sorry for checking out my fingers?”

kunikuzushi let out an exasperated grumble, “you noticed? damn it..” he slid a hand down his face with a groan, “sorry. shit- i’m so sorry.” he felt like a loser and a complete pervert for getting so worked up over something as simple as your fingers.

he shut his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, listening as a soft snicker left your lips. of course you knew—what did he expect? nothing seemed to escape your eyes, especially not when it comes to him. what he didn’t expect however was your fingers gently grazing over his jaw, tracing down his jawline before firmly taking his chin between your thumb and index and guiding him to face you.

his eyes shot open at your sudden advances, pupils blown wide when he looks up to see you towering over him. you wore that same devilish grin but he swore that with the way the ceiling light was blocked by your figure, you looked like you’d just descended from heaven and his thoughts were only made stronger when you leaned closer and brushed your thumb over his bottom lip. he’s thought about this exact moment enough to know where this would lead but despite that, his breath hitched the moment you began to lean in some more.

your lips touched his for a brief moment and he swore he nearly came in his shorts, letting out a soft whine when you pulled away. his face burned a bright red as he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, his bottom lip trembling slightly. he fought the urge to chase after your lips, taking a moment to admire your features as they sat right in front of him. the lips that just kissed him were pulled up into a smirk, the eyes that always seemed to scan over him every second of every day were looking directly into his own, and the hands he’s spent everyday for the past few years thinking of were slowly inching up his leg.

his eyes were darting all over the place, shifting from your eyes to your lips to your hands in a pattern that help playing over and over again with each passing second of you sinking down to your knees. he was already hard the moment you walked into his garage but now he’s convinced his cock is gonna rip through his shorts. god, he’s so painfully erect and your teasing is driving him insane. he swears his balls are gonna burst as your fingers lightly graze up his knee and towards his throbbing erection at a pace so excruciatingly slow. you’re such a fucking tease and he’d be scowling at you right now if it weren’t for the moan he’s holding back.

his muscles tense as your fingers get higher and higher on his thigh and his jaw clenches when you start to palm him through his shorts, causing him to throb so deliciously under the fabric. his breath is slow and shallow as you continue to tease him, hitching slightly when your fingers hook under the waistband of his shorts only to snap the elastic against his hips with a smirk. he’s about to scowl at you, only to be stopped when his face contorts into a silent moan at the feeling of your fingers firmly wrapping around him through the cloth. his hips have a mind of their own as they buck upwards into your grasp, a soft groan leaving his lips, “stop fucking teasing.”

he scowls at you, his indigo eyes glaring at your widening smirk in irritation and lust. your fingers make their way into his waistband again and he’s half-expecting to feel the elastic snapping against his hips once more, only to be pleasantly surprised when you start tugging them down at an excruciatingly slow pace. your knuckles inch down his hips and down his thighs, grazing over his knees and over his calves until the fabric of his shorts are pooled at his ankles, leaving him in his shirt and boxers. your hands glide against his skin as they travel back up his legs, one hand resting right beside his throbbing cock while the other rubs his thigh ever so slightly.

he can feel his face burn a bright red, his eyes locked onto yours as you continue to tease him. your hand slowly inches towards his boxers until it finally grasps at him through the fabric, his body shivers at the touch and his cock throbs beneath the fabric. he bucks his hips up into your hand, a scowl on his face despite the deep blush. “stop fucking teasing,” he huffs, only for you to snicker and hook your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and snap them against his hips once again.

“you’re very demanding, kuni,” you hum, smirk still evident on your lips as you begin to pull down his boxers. he lets out a sigh of relief once his cock is free and no longer straining against the fabric, slapping up against his stomach and staining the fabric of his shirt with a drop of his precum. his about to reply with a witty comment only for his words to disappear off his tongue the moment your hand wraps around the base of his cock, a groan replacing them when your hand slowly pumps up and down his shaft while your thumb rubs at the tip. he watches as your hand moves up and down, the tips of your skilled fingers that usually have no problem reaching even the hardest notes barely touching around his girth and his pretty, pink tip throbs and leaks at the sight.

he feels like he’s losing his mind, his knuckles white from how hard he’s digging his nails into the bottom of his chair. he never thought he’d be in this situation, never thought he’d have to be holding back his own orgasm either. he’s so close to cumming already, so close to painting your face white right here and now and oh god how he wants to.. he’d love nothing more than to give in and have his cum splatter all over that pretty little face and hand of yours, maybe even watch you lick some of it off your lips but he’s not sure when this’ll happen again, if this’ll happen again so instead, he holds back.

he thinks you look perfect like this—your face so close to his throbbing cock, kneeling in front of him with one hand wrapped around his girth while the other slowly creeps up his thigh. he lets out a lustful groan when your other hand cups his balls, his full sack twitching and throbbing against your fingers. he can’t resist anymore—he bucks his hips a few times, fucking his cock into your hand while he lets out a string of breathy curses. his head is tossed back, his eyes shut tightly, and his mouth hanging open as he continues to let out the most sinful sounds.

your hand picks up the pace and he sits still in his seat once again, looking down to watch the way you jack him off—skilled fingers wrapped firmly around his girth, hand moving up and down his entire shaft, thumb sliding over his tip. “oh, fuck..” he groans, his grip tightening on his chair, “faster.” he scoffs when you do the opposite, rolling his eyes as your hands slow down. “you’re such a tease, y’know that?” he huffs, glaring down at you, “c’mon.. go faster.” despite his commanding tone, his expression is pleading for you to fist his cock again—teary eyes glaring down at you, scowling lips trembling ever so slightly, and his face dusted with a bright red.

“c’mon, will you- ohh, shit..” he cuts himself off with a groan, his eyes widening when you flick the tip of your tongue over his throbbing tip. he watches you lick his tip once again before you move your face down, eyes on his as you drag your tongue up the length of his dick. a shiver goes down his spine from all your teasing licks, a low groan emanating from his throat the longer you keep running your warm, wet tongue all over him. “enough teasing,” he huffs, bucking his hips again.

you press a kiss onto his aching cock before wrapping your lips around it and your teasing lasts for a little while longer until his self-restraint shatters. one hand lets go of his chair and resting on top of your head for a moment before pushing you down. he lets out the most sinful groan as he forces you to take the entirety of his thick cock into your mouth, his actions only spurred on as you gag and glare up at you through teary eyes. his hold on your head lets up just a bit as he groans, “i told you—enough teasing. hurry up and- ohhh, fuck..”

you immediately started bobbing your head at a fast pace, teary eyes locked onto his as you repeatedly pulling his cock out of your throat only to send it back in just a second later. he holds a hand on top of your head, his fingers buried into your hair as his hand follows your head’s bobbing. his free hand is still digging into his chair, his nails nearly puncturing the seat’s leather covering as he lets out a short string of low groans and whines, his head falling back and his eyes rolling back to match. everytime your tongue grazed over the underside of his cock—the tip of the warm muscle gliding over a thick and sensitive vein—he could feel himself getting closer and closer, feel that knot in his gut getting tighter and tighter.

you moaned with him in your mouth, the vibrations shooting up his body and causing him to whine and groan louder. your hands grip at his thighs to keep yourself stable, keeping up with your rapid pace as your eyes continue to sting with tears from the many, many times you’ve taken him into your throat. you keep trying to blink away your tears, only causing them to drip down your cheeks as the cock in your mouth gets impossibly harder at the sight. kunikuzushi curses under his breath and brings both hands up to guide your head up and down, using your throat as a toy for his own pleasure. you gag and moan, whine and cry as his cock continuously drives itself deeper and deeper into your throat and the noises only spur him on.

“fuck.. fuck, it’s so fucking good..” he moans gruffly, his cock throbbing and twitching wildly within your mouth until he pulls himself out from your mouth. he chuckles deeply as he watches you wince at the salty taste splattering onto your lips and tongue, most of his cum decorating your face, “so pretty like this, so fucking pretty like this.” he drags his fingers over your skin, gathering a bit of his cum before slipping his fingers into your mouth, moaning softly when your tongue quickly laps it all up. after a few seconds, he pulls his fingers from your mouth and wraps his hand around his stiffening cock, slapping it against your face gently before slipping it into your mouth once again.

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qingxin-dream · 8 months

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“In Spite of Thorns”

summary | all you needed was a bit more color in your life. something to make life seem not so dull. little did you know the wallflower of a florist next door found himself in a similar dilemma. (art credits: @/MNCE_o on twitter)

warnings | profanity, pining, reader is a horrible flirt, reader gets a tattoo, smut [18+, MDNI], female-bodied reader, semi-public sex, reader receives oral, face fucking, edging/orgasm denial, mention of cervix-kissing, breeding

genre | florist!kuni au, fluff, slow burn, smut with plot

word count | 5.2k

pairing | kunikuzushi/scaramouche x reader

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There was a little flower shop next to your regular morning coffee joint that always caught your eye.

On your way to work, you’d often sit outside the tiny cafe downtown and admire the lovely bouquets sitting pretty in the windowsill next door. You imagined a sweet old lady running such an adorable business, the type to water her flowers early in the morning and know every person who walks through her door.

Much to your surprise, there was only one person attending to the shop—it was a young man with short indigo hair that framed his face and trailed down the back of his neck in soft wisps. You noticed he kept to himself with a stoic expression most of the time. You caught him once switching the flowers on display, it was the only time his face revealed a glimpse of emotion—something deeper and more meaningful than silent indifference.

The city was a place often devoid of the beauty and tranquility nature can offer. It was easy to get lost in the hum-drum of daily life and the grind of your 9-to-5 job, overwhelmed by a concrete cage of skyscrapers. It was frankly depressing when you had those rare moments of self-realization.

So, in an attempt to get a breath of fresh air one morning, you decide to visit the flower shop just a block from your work. The bell hanging above the door chimes as you enter, suddenly surrounded by a sea of beautiful flower arrangements kept in pristine condition. In the back stood the young owner, who didn’t even acknowledge your presence as he focused on his next bouquet behind the counter.

You couldn’t believe the level of detail and craftsmanship in each display, traveling slowly through the store in wonder. Perhaps it is what kept people coming back to this place despite his cold demeanor. He is an artist, there’s no doubt about it.

The sound of wrinkling plastic interrupted the young man’s work as you approached the register, setting down a small arrangement of daises in front of him. He grunted, giving you a slightly annoyed glare, quickly ringing up your purchase.

“It’s $10, even,” he says blandly, already looking back at his little flower project on the workbench impatiently.

You oblige without a word, awkwardly glancing around and silently noting his name badge which read ‘Kuni.’

“Your receipt,” he snatches the small paper and hands it to you.

“Thanks, Kuni. Have a good one,” you attempt to break the ice, but the young man has already turned his back to you to continue putting together his next artwork. A bit dejected, you leave with the daisies in hand. Maybe that was stupid.

You kept the tiny bouquet of daisies on your desk at work. Just having a bit of greenery was enough to lift your spirits when the day would take a turn for the worse. They were so delicate and cute, it had you tempted to visit the flower shop again. It was on the way to work anyway, why not?

At least, that was your excuse. I mean, you couldn’t deny that the young florist was easy on the eyes, despite his thorns.

Slowly but surely, you developed a new morning routine. You had become a familiar face to Kuni, the grumpy and closed-off flower shop owner. Around 7:30am, you’d walk into his humble store with a coffee in hand from the cafe next door, greeting him with a small “good morning.” You’d often casually wander around the store, asking about flower species or meanings to his arrangements.

It took awhile before Kuni was willing to indulge much in conversation. Typical responses came in the form of an eye roll, a scoff, or quips about having something better to do under his breath. Though, if you asked the right question, Kuni would occasionally come around the counter to help.

You swear it was like watching a flower bloom in real time with the way Kuni’s entire expression melted softly when he spoke about his arrangements. What once was but a shy sprout became a beautiful swirl of petals, full of life.

Kuni would reach beside you, awkwardly brushing his arm or his chest against you on accident. He would take the bouquet you were curious about and present it to you with subdued pride, caressing the blossoms. Colors, shapes, lengths, petals, ribbons—everything had significance and Kuni loved to teach you the nuances of his passion.

The days were beginning to feel like they pass by quicker. You woke up with a new reason to roll out of bed, lured by the taste of your usual miel coffee and the sweet aroma of flowers.

The chimes of the doorbell eventually had Kuni slightly jumping out of skin when you strolled through, a faint flush of color on his cheeks. His gaze would follow you intently from the corner of his eye, a small smile adorning his lips.

As an artist, he possessed an incredible attention to detail, picking up on your name that was scribbled on the side of your coffee cup; or how you carefully waded through the rows and rows endless flowers with curiosity crinkled on your cute brows. He discovered that your favorite color is blue. You like cream but not sugar. You love rainy days. You avert your eyes before saying hi.

Kuni soon found himself keeping note of these little details in his small notepad, though you simply thought he was scribbling business to-do’s.

Every other week or so, you’d need a new set of flowers for your desk and Kuni was content to offer his personal favorites. He quite enjoyed these mornings with you, as other customers typically visited around lunch or after 5pm to gift flowers to their spouses or loved ones. He’d never openly admit how you managed to melt his cold exterior and warm his heart as time passed.

You learned more about each other as the seasons changed and naturally became good friends. You were more than a regular to him. He found himself interested in hearing you talk about your day. Tell him about that terrible work meeting or the prank your coworker pulled on your boss. Who are your friends? Do you have a pet at home? Anyone significant in your life?

Kuni wanted to know everything about you.

There came one day that you approached him with a mischievous smirk on your face. He eyed you suspiciously, taking off his gloves and folding his arms over his apron. You had trouble written all over your face.

“Morning, Kuni,” you approached the counter immediately, interlacing your fingers together around your coffee cup.

Something is definitely up with you. He raises an eyebrow, finding your unusual mood to be amusing. “I have a feeling you have something to say.”

“Indeed I do,” you couldn’t help yourself, grinning widely with excitement brimming in your eyes. You looked like you were going to burst from laughter. “I need your expert opinion.”

On cue, he rolls his eyes at your adorable antics. “Well? Out with it.”

“I want a tattoo,” you confess, the enthusiasm you were feeling a moment ago now shifting into embarrassment for some reason. You had worked up the courage all night to ask for Kuni’s advice, imagining a hundred different ways it could possibly go. It was too late to take it back now.

“A tattoo? You’d be the last person I’d expect to want something like that,” Kuni deadpans with a hint of confusion and condescension. “Why do you need my opinion? I think you look just fine without one.”

It’s not that he disliked tattoos. The florist simply appreciated your natural beauty, and didn’t want you to regret permanently marking your body. It seems you weren’t entirely as incorruptible as he initially thought.

“I just want to try something new,” you sigh, pursing your lips to express your dissatisfaction. You held your breath, tapping on the side of your coffee cup before adding, “I’m plain. And boring. I don’t even have a piercing.”

Kuni frowned. He had no idea where this self-loathing behavior was coming from, but he was determined to snuff out any reservations you had about yourself. “You’re pretty just the way you are, (Y/N).”

You refuse to accept that answer, shaking your head. “C‘mon, you don’t think I’d look cute with a small tattoo? Something tasteful. Not even a flower tattoo?”

“I mean—it’s hard to imagine you with any tattoos,” he replied before finally relenting his distaste with a noncommittal shrug. “But I suppose, if anything, a flower could only make your skin lovelier.”

His mind was already turning its gears, wondering what spurred this sudden desire to change. He lamented the idea of you being unhappy with yourself. If this is what would make you smile again, then Kuni resolved to support you as any friend should.

“Good, because I figured my favorite florist could pick out a flower for me,” your eyes sparkled playfully, waiting for his reaction.

Putting his hand on his forehead, Kuni huffs and slowly runs his palm down his face as if he is annoyed. Truthfully, he was hoping to wipe the warmth that quickly flooded his cheeks completely off. The last thing he wanted was for you to see him a flustered mess over you.

He runs a free hand through his hair, sighing softly. “Why not roses? Everyone does that.”

Your bottom lip poked out in a pout at his answer. This isn’t the response you expected at all. You didn’t understand him sometimes. Groaning, you dramatically tilt your head in momentary frustration and take his hand in yours, pleadingly.

“Really, Kuni? That’s the most cliché shit ever,” you grumble, though it’s more like a whine as you give him puppy eyes. “I’m being serious. What comes to mind when you think of me?”

The question is innocent enough, but feels like a punch to his gut—stealing the breath right from his lungs. If only you knew what you were asking of him.

Every day he imagines you walking through the door of his flower shop, a pretty smile on your face and a cup of black tea in your hand just for him. He would thank you softly and take your cheek in his warm palm, leaning in to kiss you before the store opens. His fingers would trail down your neck, his thumb nudging your head to the side to give him easier access to that sensitive spot on your neck, lips parting and ready to taste the desire on your skin.

He had to stop himself.

“What about… peonies? It blooms beautifully—a huge blossom with a strong, sweet fragrance.” The florist clears his throat after a brief pause, nervously searching your expression. If you were keen, you’d catch the tips of his ears burning bright pink. “An unmistakable flower that can convey so much… in less than a few words.”

Kuni happens to pull a red peony from the flowers he has scattered on his workbench for his upcoming arrangement, hesitating for a second before extending it sheepishly to you. You’re too caught up in the moment to notice how the dainty flower trembles slightly in his fingertips.

It’s perfect. You bring the peony to your nose, eyelashes fluttering up at Kuni appreciatively. He swears his heart skips a beat.

“I love it,” you exhale, offering the peony back to him. You feel invigorated, elated even, to have found a subject for your first tattoo. It had to be something meaningful, and naturally your first thought was Kuni. “Thank you, I promise to stop by to show you when it’s done.”

Before the lovestruck florist could say a word, you were running out the door, bells chiming at your departure. He held the red peony to his nose, closing his eyes and thinking of you.

It had been a few days since you stopped by, which was unusual.

Kuni tried not to dwell on it. You were a busy person and, of course, had your own life outside of him. He shouldn’t be upset that you suddenly ghosted him, yet he can sense a dreadful feeling crawling into his heart.

The doorbell rings, but the young flower shop owner doesn’t bother to see who entered. Of the hundreds of people who have visited his store in the time that you’ve been gone, none of them were you.

He turns to the counter to water a few flowers, his gaze flickering to the customer, and he can’t stop the way his jaw slowly drops. Standing a few feet away at his newest bouquet display is you all dolled up in a pretty little sundress that stops at your mid-thigh and hugs your figure nicely.

Most notably, your dress has an open back which reveals a plethora of peonies inked down the curve of your spine in an elegant and minimalist design. It’s utterly gorgeous.

“H-hey,” Kuni speaks up, sounding lost as he furrowed his eyebrows at you. His expression was beyond adorable, simply starstruck.

You glanced at the florist from over your shoulder, snickering since he accidentally let his guard slip more than usual. You cover your mouth, giggling at him, “Kuni, I think you’re overwatering the flowers.”

“Shit,” he curses to himself, immediately putting down the small water can on the counter with a light splash. Grumbling under his breath, he tries to drain the pot. “Where the hell have you been, by the way?”

“I took some time off work, sorry,” you admit, but really you were more interested in showing off the final product of your new tattoo. You happily twirl around in your tiny sundress and strike a goofy pose, the frilly ends spinning hypnotically around your upper thighs. “So…?”

All of Kuni’s irritation with his embarrassing mishap washes away as he watches you excitedly spin around, flaunting your curves and the work of art now inked on your back. He smirks and mutters quietly, “I think I like peonies a whole lot more now.”

You brush your hair to the side so he can see the full tattoo. “Haha, come look at it then!”

His heart fluttered, quickly taking off his dirty gardener’s gloves to take a closer look. Every step towards you made his mind race and his breath a little shallow, you were stunning if he was being completely honest. He felt even more attracted to you with such an amazing work of art spanning your back, and to top it off—he was your inspiration—just as you were secretly his muse.

Without thinking, the florist’s fingertips lightly brush your spine in silent admiration. You immediately tense and gasp at the unexpected contact.

He snaps out of his thoughts and recoils in horror. “Sorry, sorry. I-I wasn’t… I, uh…”

You laugh and smile in understanding. “It’s fine. You surprised me is all. Don’t worry about it.”

Yet, he was still compelled to continue tracing the contours of the raven-colored ink over the surface of your soft skin. You said it was fine. You were okay with it. He was overthinking it, right?

“C-can I ask why, of all people, you wanted me to pick your first tattoo?” Kuni was still trying to make sense of everything in his head. He was secretly terrified that he was projecting his own feelings onto you, and masked it behind a playful smile of disbelief.

“Well,” you brushed your hair back over your shoulders and finally turned to face him. Your sundress was just as cute in the front, Kuni smiles to himself. A faint blush dusts your precious little cheeks. “I think I’ve adopted your affinity for flowers. Saying everything while saying nothing at all... it’s poetic, don’t you think?”

“You didn’t have to get a tattoo just for me,” Kuni joked to make light of the situation, throwing in a faint grunt of disapproval and an eye roll. He was sure you picked a flower just to appease him since he was originally against the idea.

In reality, he was more than touched by your thoughtfulness.

There was a peculiar glint in your expression that the florist couldn’t quite place. He felt drawn in. You took a petal from the newest bouquet on display between your index and thumb, caressing the soft blossom.

“I mean, your flower arrangements are always so beautiful, and you handle them with so much care,” you trail off, staring at the bouquet with an indiscernible emotion. Then, in a whisper followed by a smile, you continue, “Maybe I was jealous.”

His gut reaction is to chuckle to hide his reddened face. He didn’t know what to think of it. Surely you were joking.

“Jealous, huh?” Kuni repeats with amusement lining the smirk slowly spreading across his face. “That I touch these flowers with more care than… say, touching you? Is that it?”

However, instead of laughing along, you blush a deeper shade of crimson that rivals his own and to boot, you take your lower lip between your teeth. “S-so you admit it?”

“Admit what?” he scoffs, brushing off your reaction as if you didn’t just confess to wanting his touch. He couldn’t comprehend the possibility that you genuinely had an interest in him. He was in denial, rationalizing every detail in the back of his mind. Where this was going, he had no clue.

As he continued to wage this internal war with himself, attempting to play a kind of 4-D chess to stay a step ahead of you, he neglected the most obvious conclusion. “Y-you really want me to…?”

Poor Kuni had let his mind run in circles this whole time and he was made the fool. You were trying to flirt with him.

You glance to the door of the flower shop, which sported a cute homemade sign that read ‘Come In, We’re Open!’ from the outside. Shifting uncomfortably, you keep your thighs closed tight. That glimmer in your eyes was no longer cloudy but clear as day to the florist—lustful—and he quite liked the way it reflected in your watercolor irises.

A small chuckle escapes your lips, the redness in your cheeks never leaving. You hoped that Kuni could read between the lines. “D-do you take custom orders? Because, I actually, uh, have a special flower I want you to use.”

“Oh?” he knew exactly what you were asking now, heat creeping up his neck at an alarming rate. The tension between your bodies is palpable at this point, as his fingers still hover over your back where he had touched you accidentally. “You know, I’d like to think I’m well-acquainted with many flower species, but… maybe you could enlighten me.”

He wanted you, truly. But part of Kuni had reservations about going this fast.

His attention snapped to you when he felt your fingers on his chest, fiddling with the flower pinned to his apron. Your voice softened and sounded sweet as honey, “You are the florist. I trust that you are a capable man, Kuni.”

“Well, I-I suppose I’d want to give this my utmost attention,” he begins, the back of his fingers graze your cheek down to your jaw, locking eyes with you. This is the stuff fantasies are made of, and here you are batting your pretty eyes at him.

“I wouldn’t mind closing the shop just for you.”

Amid the noise and bustle of the city, the people passing the storefront were none the wiser to the windows of the flower shop, curtains drawn to prevent any prying eyes. The door was locked shut, unusual for this time of day, but no customers would be stopping by any time soon. A sign hung in the window of the door reading ‘Sorry! We’re Closed!’

Even the lights were off, bathing the assortment of embellished bouquet displays in darkness. Near the florist’s workbench in the back of the store, a single lamp cast a warm ray over his newest obsession spread nice and ready for him. A pair of electrifying purple eyes drifted down his favorite fascination, admiring his work thus far—a smattering of hickeys trailing down your bare body. Your beautiful skin was his willing canvas.

The weight of Kuni’s gaze had your cunt twitch around nothingness in anticipation. Your only consolation lied behind your eyelids, edging yourself with the sweet delusion of his pulsing cock grazing your clit before guiding it to your desperate hole. Archons, you could almost envision how it would feel for his tip to venture across every ridge of your walls for the first time.

You needed it, craved it. No, you ached for it—as if you were missing a part of your soul that would make you whole.

Goosebumps raise in the wake of his fingertips brushing on your supple thighs. How he had unraveled you out of every layer of clothing yet never set his sights on your pretty pussy was unfathomable. Art cannot be rushed, after all.

Kuni was taking his sweet time to memorialize the texture of your skin on his, to taste and devour you slowly in every possible sense. His imagination was the limit, and for now he was blissfully chasing your sensual little noises like a dream on the clouds of your lips.

His warm, muscular hand traveled across the round curve of your hip, gripping the plump flesh in reverence, and then snaked it up your back. You whimpered into his mouth as his soft tongue teased yours. He smiled, knowing that deep down you were beginning to reach your breaking point.

Kuni’s voice was smooth and inviting, “Mm, (Y/N), you know why I chose peonies?”

With each vertebrae the pads of his fingers discovered, tracing your tattoo, your spine arched just a little more into his toned chest. The corners of his mouth turn up into an adoring smile, long eyelashes framing the depth of the devotion imprinted in his expression. Your occasional soft gasps of need urged him to capture your lips in a chaste kiss intermittently.

“Your smile… reminds me of yellow peonies. Of new beginnings, every morning,” Kuni chuckles quietly to himself between kisses, intertwining his other hand in your hair. His thumb coaxes your jaw to open for him further, swirling his tongue with yours before rewarding you with the heavenly sensation of his lips once more.

“And in your absence,” he continues, taking your lower lip between his teeth to emphasize the emotions behind his words. “Like a soft pink peony, I realize how much I’m missing without you.”

“Mm, miss you too,” you lean into the florist’s mouth as he tries to pull away, not yet ready to part. He obliged with a smug exhale through his nose, hot breath tickling your lips as he nuzzles you. The atmosphere was thick with temptation, both of you closing your eyes to relish in the tension—such satisfaction feels even better when it’s just out of reach.

“When you walk through that door, you’re more beautiful than the day before… as lovely as a white peony,” Kuni let his hand fall from your hair to your collarbone, reminding you of the love bites he marked you with in a fit of passion earlier.

Licking his lips, the indigo-haired florist embarked to kiss every single inch of your body leading to the delectable curve of your breasts. As he neared your aerola, he couldn’t help but give it an affectionate lick and gentle suck, smirking when your nipple hardened involuntarily.

You whimper again, squeezing your thighs together. However, Kuni had planted himself firmly between your legs where you sat on the counter, purposely pulling back to push the bulge of his erection onto your core to remind you of your place. Don’t you dare keep your petals a secret.

“I bet you didn’t even know,” he almost scoffs, pinching your nipple as punishment and studying the squeeze of your eyelids in desperation. “That many of my arrangements were made in the image of you… with all those hot pink peonies.”

It’s not long before Kuni brings his lips back to your breasts, addicted to the sound of your soft pants. He sneaks his way down your abdomen, dragging his wet tongue along the alluring stretch towards your pelvis in sloppy kisses. As he finds himself kneeled in front of you, suddenly he hooks your knees around his shoulders to pull your pretty flower to his attention, earning a yelp from you.

He has you exactly where he wants you. Before you can react, Kuni is already diving his mouth between your soft thighs. You immediately dig your fingers into his purple locks, grabbing a fistful to temper his enthusiasm. “K-Kuni!”

The florist pauses, lust-riddled eyes flickering seductively up to you with bated breath. The way his eyebrow quirks up at you exudes a new kind of confidence you had never seen on him before, causing your protests to slowly die in your throat. “What? Don’t trust a professional?”

Kuni’s expression is downright carnal, flicking his tongue out at you teasingly. Your grip on his hair loosens, though he catches the pout of your lips. “I-I trust you.”

“Good, baby,” he exhales, wasting no time in closing the gap to your flower. “Because I’m about to show you the meaning of my favorite color peony.”

You attempt to relax as he nudges his nose between your folds, slowly gliding his tongue over your pussy. It’s an experimental first taste of paradise, one that evokes an erotic sigh of pleasure from you. Kuni hums in contentment against your clit, his humid breath tickling every crevice of your delicious cunt.

Circling his tongue around the sensitive bud, Kuni hangs on to every luscious moan and silent plea for more that spills from you. It spurs him to lick your core eagerly, occasionally taking your outer labia between his lips and briefly but gently sucking it in a wet kiss.

“F-fuck,” you mumble in a hot whine, running both of your hands through the florist’s hair to see how his eyebrows knit together prettily. He’s so focused on pleasing you, slurping the intoxicating concoction that is your essence and his saliva dribbling down his chin. It was so tantalizing, it had you bucking your hips into his face.

Kuni abruptly grabbed your sides to steady himself, and grunted lowly in response. He flatly licked your folds, then moving to suckle your clit. Your groans were making him so utterly taken with you, sliding a hand back down in his boxers to smear precum over the throbbing tip of his erection and fist his length.

All he could do is mutter sweet nothings into the wet cavern of your pussy, praising you for tasting so divine and even letting him please you like this. He traces your folds sensually, eventually pushing his tongue deeper into your plush walls. The sensation is more than enough to have you a whimpering mess, tugging Kuni’s head closer and fucking your cunt onto his tongue.

Your thighs tighten around the florist’s head, but he honestly doesn’t mind if he passes out from a lack of oxygen. In fact, Kuni buries his tongue even further into you, if possible, while his nose teases your aching clit. All of it was worth hearing you beg for him to make you cum.

“O-oh my fucking god, mm,” you whisper, voice dripping with desire. “Y-yes, yes, yes… ‘m so close.”

He nods in acknowledgement, smirking and chuckling into your cunt while salacious groans of his own pour from his lips. Without warning, Kuni rips himself away and wipes his face, leveling his cock with your sopping entrance and nestling just the tip in. You didn’t have time to mourn the loss of your climax as it was replaced with the unexpected girth of his length, your hole fluttering instantaneously.

“Aghhh, goddamnit,” he curses under his breath, verging on a growl. You weren’t used to this side of him, but every surprise had you wanting to see more. He slams his hands on the table on either side of you, lavender eyes glued to the hypnotic spasm of your lovely pussy around his cock. “I can’t believe you’re so tight—just for me.”

“Please,” you mewl, legs wrapped his hips to slowly pull the florist closer and bury his cock just an inch further. The hazy glint in your irises said everything. You swallow thickly, “I need you so bad, Kuni.”

He entangled himself in you, inhaling your scent as he held you tightly by the waist and bottomed out inside of your heavenly walls. Oh, you were simply in a state of breathless ecstasy, melting into his arms. The feeling of fullness within you was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and Kuni’s first real thrust had your legs shaking.

It wasn’t enough. How could he be satisfied without knowing his cock kissed your cervix and bred you nicely?

Nuzzling into your neck, Kuni forced you to the edge of the counter by your ass, giving him better access to relentlessly pound that pretty pussy of yours. You took the hint and laying down on your back submissively, resting your ankles on his shoulders. The florist didn’t dare stop his movements, growing more and more drunk on the mesmerizing sound of your pussy taking him so well.

His hand groped at the bouncing flesh of your breasts. “Archons, (Y/N), why are you so fucking beautiful?”

Kuni’s head leaned onto your left calf, eyes trained only on you in a loving gaze, before turning to kiss your leg as he leisurely fucked you. His hand roamed south of your breasts and planted his thumb on your clit in tight circles, gripping your leg harder against his chest to keep you in place. He wasn’t about to let you squirm away from the pleasure he’s so kindly giving you.

At this point, you were beyond trying to keep your composure. Slutty groans of euphoria filled the humble little shop with every slap of your skin on his. He had you begging, pleading in hot tears for your release. Kuni had repeatedly tempted, teased, and edged you beyond comprehension.

Now here you were yearning for your climax like a whore.

“Ah, fuck, hah… yes, please, please…!” you panted, loving the way Kuni was using you like his perfect little cocksleeve. He looked so sexy with sweat on his brow and his bangs messily sticking to his forehead, the raw girth of his cock stretching you so good with each thrust. Frankly, you were reduced to incoherent babbling—coaxing the peak of both your climaxes. “Mm, so, so good. Gonna… gonna cum, I-I…”

“Mhmm, it’s okay, yeah… ‘m gonna fucking cum all in you,” Kuni frantically nods, sucking in a sharp breath and trembling all over as he cums simultaneously with you. He keeps his cock fully sheathed in your pulsating pussy, a myriad of praises and curses flow freely between the both of you. “Fuck yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

“Nnghh, yes,” you replied with guttural enthusiasm, eyes rolling in the back of your head as your orgasm washes away. “I fucking love you.”

Kuni is barely able to support you in the aftershock of that mind-breaking pleasure, clutching you to his chest and breathing wildly. Whether it was the sex talking or not, he didn’t care. He had you in this moment and would never let go, he vowed.

The florist’s eyes flickered to a bouquet of red peonies sitting on his workbench with a soft smile.

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