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mackjlee9 · 10 months

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Scaramouche Brainrot

Warning; afab!scaramouche, cunningulus, dacryphilia, cockwarming, praising, size kink, dumbification. I... I'm projecting, sorry y'all. 2nd person narration.

Masterlist.

Genshin Impact

[1st scenario]

He was just sitting there on the couch, legs spread wide open while reading a book, as if he didn't have a care in the world, unbothered by everything occurring around him.

You, however, were really bothered by it.

The fabric of his shorts wasn't skin tight, it was rather loose, which caused more skin exposure in the area of his upper inner thighs, making you lick your lips and take a deep breath at the sight. What? You weren't just gonna keep going with your day when he looked like that, enticing you to eat him out like a starved man?

Because that's exactly what you wanted.

Your feet took you to the couch, kneeling on the cushions and placing your hands on his soft, pale thighs, keeping his legs spread open for you.

Scaramouche looked away from his book, his confused stare looking directly at you, but your eyes were stuck staring between his legs, and he instantly felt self-conscious, attempting to close his legs but your grip prevented him from doing so.

"(M/n)-?" His words were cut off by a gasp, feeling your fingers pressing over his clothed pussy, gently and slowly rubbing over his clit. The book he was holding slipped from his grip and fell on the floor with a thud, closing on itself, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth.

The dark look in your eyes sent shivers down his spine, the feeling of your hands inching closer up to where your fingers disappeared under his shorts, feeling your touch on him, only being separated by a thin piece of clothing made his pussy clench in anticipation.

The moment you noticed the blush on his face, it was over, you weren't gonna tease him and yourself any more than this, you needed it.

You needed to have your mouth on his pussy, sucking on his clit and lapping at his wet folds.

Pulling his shorts and underwear off his body, you growled at the sight of his wet and glistening cunt, gripping his thighs and leaning down, slightly lifting his hips to your face, eagerly latching onto him.

"Fuck...!" Scara's hand moved to hold onto your hair pulling on it as his thighs pressed around your head, squirming on the couch and releasing lewd and erotic high-pitched whines that only fueled you to keep going.

Your tongue flicked his clit a few times, looking up at him as his mouth opened wide, crying out your name with need.

"K-keep going, please~" your eyes rolled into the back of your head at his words, groaning as you wrapped your lips around his clit, sucking on it and hearing the choked moans Scara released.

"You don't need to tell me, puppy," you muttered before moving down and lapping at his folds, pushing your tongue inside his twitching hole, whining at the sweet taste of his juices on your tongue, "Fuck- cum for me, pup, cum on my tongue," you tightened your grip on his thighs, feeling his legs trembling as they opened and closed around your head, his hands pulling on your hair a little too rough, but honestly? You didn't care.

You wanted to feel him cum on your tongue over and over again.

[2nd scenario]

Damn-

He looked so good when he cried.

Feeling your cock deep inside his twitching and dripping pussy, whining 'cause you weren't moving, you weren't pounding your cock in him, and he didn't like that, you felt too good inside him to just have you staying still. He needed you to move and fuck him until he forgets his name, he can't handle the quivering of his body and definitely can't hold back his tears.

You're just there, your arms holding yourself up, keeping him trapped under your body, nuzzling his neck and leaving small kisses on his skin, paying close attention to his pulse, sighing in contentment.

"So good for me, pup..." Scara whined and moved his arms to press them against your chest, pushing you back and letting out a whimper when he felt your cock shifting inside him at the movement.

"Move... Fuck~ just move..." Your eyes observed his flushed face for a few moments, reaching your hand up to his cheek, wiping his tears away with your thumb. The sight of him crying clearly turned you on, the throbbing of your cock making him arch his back, more tears falling down his face, "(M/n)..."

"It's okay, baby, you're doing so well for me right now," you lean down and place small kisses on his tear-stained cheeks, his red nose and his eyelids eliciting a broken sob from him, "Think you can handle a little while longer, puppy?"

Scara looked at you, sniffing and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, "But I want you to fuck me now..." He mumbled barely audible to you, and you had to close your eyes and take a deep breath or you would've done what he told you to.

"I will do anything you want, if you can handle it for five more minutes, how's that sound, hm?" He pouts and blinks, a few tears falling down his temples.

"Fine~"

"That's my good boy, so obedient for me."

[3rd scenario]

At first, Scara wasn't the biggest fan of the size difference between you two, he felt almost too small compared to you.

Well, that was before he knew how good could fuck his needy cunt.

He was just barely holding onto your shoulders, leaving scratch marks that you would not even bother covering up, holding him with ease against the wall.

"That's right, pup, say my name and mark me, let everyone know I'm all yours, let them hear how good I fuck you," Scara whined and clung to you, feeling your cock pumping in and out of his small body, tilting his head forward to look down at the connection between your bodies.

The obvious outline of your length on his lower belly made him roll his eyes to the back of his head, his trembling legs wrapping around your hips, keeping you buried deep inside his pulsing pussy, feeling it wanting to milk every drop of your cum.

"Fuck me, more... I need more of your cock, please~!"

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hhonghu · 1 year

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Love me harder!

;; sex obsessed!sub!kabukimono x reader

cw: innocent to sex crazed kabukimono, established relationship, probably ooc kabukimono, rough sex, lovemaking (??), doggy style, humping, grinding, nipple play, cumming inside, implied small dick kabukimono, sex addiction, begging, desperate kabukimono, corrupting kabukimono, anal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, implied marathon sex, reader has a dick

i definitely can do wholesome and romantic too!! i can hold back on making smut!! (no i cannot) this post is proof!! lol anyways this might be my longest piece yet, wonder if demons took over me or smth. i'll start exploring new writing formats too and improve after this bc this seems messy and i feel like it doesn't feel readable to some readers, so i apologize for that! ;; but i digress, sigh,, corrupting kabukimono is a fun experience though! now you have turned a innocent boy into a needy, sex obsessed boy who wants the love and pleasure you give to him only! enjoy reading! let me know if i missed anything! ^^ taglist (??): @lemonlimesocks @havenmoodz

innocent!kabukimono who's captivated by you. you were introduced to him by niwa and you greet him with a smile, you're voice sounding like honey to his ears. who are you? "hello, i'm [name], a friend of niwa. nice to meet you." you raised your hand for him to shake. innocent!kabukimono who shyly shakes your hand, "it's nice to meet you too, i'm kabukimono.", "kabukimono? what a pretty name, it suits you well." his eyes light up, looking directly at yours as he smiles, cheeks flushing while muttering a small thank you. innocent!kabukimono who stares at you as you talk to niwa, having to excuse yourself now because you still had tasks to do. he perks up, were you leaving already? his face bared a sad expression, he didn't get to talk to you more. he.. he wanted to hear more of your voice. he has a strange feeling somewhere in his chest, he doesn't know what it is but he.. likes it. he sees you wave goodbye to him and niwa shouting that you'll come and see them some other time. he is definitely look forward to it.

innocent!kabukimono whos taking his lunch under a yumemiru tree, munching down an onigiri as he takes in the beautiful scenery before him. pink leaves fall down the tree and flying away with the wind or falling down to the ground and he sighs in content, it was peaceful. "kabukimono?" his breath hitches, it was you. it was your voice. he turns his head around and he sees you standing next to him, "so it is you. i noticed your veil from the road. what are you doing here?", "i—i'm eating my lunch here." kabukimono stammers. you smile at him and nod, "then mind if i join you as you eat?". innocent!kabukimono who nods eagerly and moved a bit to give you space to sit next to him. as you sat down and lean against the tree, he felt his cheeks warm up. "so, what are you eating for lunch?", you stretch your arms and fold them beneath your head. "i'm having some shio sake onigiri, if you'd like you can have some." kabukimono offers, hand already lending you one, "i made them myself.". you smile, "you sure? i wouldn't want to eat your lunch." you grin, "thanks for the offer though.". kabukimono shakes his hand, "no really, you can have some! i have enough for two people." you sigh and finally nod, "alright, if you say so.". he smiles, unwraps the onigiri and hands it to you. you lean in closer to him, muttering "thank you for the food," and taking a bite of the onigiri. innocent!kabukimono whos eyes widens as you pull away and chew away. you were so close to him! his could feel that feeling in his chest again, it was pounding. "mmm, this onigiri you made is pretty good!", "i'm g-glad you think so!" he stammers — he looks down at the bitten onigiri and then back at you. "would like.. more?"

innocent!kabukimono whos face flushes when you're around. every time you visit the workshop, you would come up to talk to him. you would ask how his day was or was he tired. you even ask him to come take a break from forging, winking that niwa won't know he was gone. innocent!kabukimono who swoon when you come by and give him little gifts; "i saw this sakura bloom by road and thought of giving to you, it goes well with your pretty hair and veil.", "there was sale at the food stall and it was unagi chazuke! i couldn't help buying some for you too, the deal was pretty good. be careful, the bowl is hot.", "here's a small lunch box i made! you can put the food you make here. and if you're feeling generous, you can give some for me too.". innocent!kabukimono who cherishes the gifts you give him. it makes the feeling in his chest flutter when what you do, you think of him. niwa will even tease him, asking in a sing-song voice "oohh, who's the the lucky fellow? got you smiling like that." kabukimono will just shush him and wave him away, going back to adore the little gifts you've given him.

innocent!kabukimono who couldn't help but think of you even while doing something! not once do you not cross his mind, it's as if you are there with him. from time to time he would space out; your eyes, your hair, your lips. you cloud his mind, it almost frustrates him. why is it that you haunt him? every time niwa approaches him, his eyes searches for you behind him. every time he makes food, he thinks if you will compliment him that how good he made it. innocent!kabukimono wanted know what he is feeling that you're making him feel. the feeling in his chest that he's come to like, all because of you.

innocent!kabukimono who brought it up to you one day while you took him out to eat dango under his favorite spot by the yumemiru. he tugged on your sleeve, "[name]? can i ask you something?". he looked.. conflicted, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a slight frown. you nodded and faced him, "what's up?" you've never seen him so serious, so you wondered what is on his mind. "[name], i've been having this strange feeling in my chest. every time you're around me, every time we talk, every time you're in my mind, i feel it. you make my body feel this warmth and i do not know what it is, but i like it, it makes me feel happy and.. alive when i'm with you. but i'm scared.. i do not know this feeling, i do not know if it is good or bad, [name]." his hold on your sleeve tightens and his eyes becomes glossy, lips starting to quiver. as for you, you were taken aback and your eyes widened in realization. strange feeling in his chest? warmth? he... he basically confessed to you! you cheeks felt warm as you comprehend what he just said — no words coming your mouth as you stare at him in awe. innocent!kabukimono who felt as if he was going to cry. why are you staring at him like that? it's making him nervous. did he say something wrong? he knew it, he shouldn't have said that. before you could say something, a stray tear slides down his cheek. "[n-name].. i — i didn't mean to upset you! please.. please forgive me..." you quickly raised your hand as you snap out of your trance to cup his cheek and swipe away the fallen tear with your thumb. "oh, kabukimono. i'll never be upset with you. shh shh.. it's okay, it's okay." you coo at him, watching as he melts on your hand, eyes glistening with tears threatening to spill out. "kabukimono, what you just told me.." you swallow, "— is a feeling called love. it seems that you were feeling the same way as i am.". kabukimono perks up, what do you he was feeling the same as you do? were you feeling the same thing that was in his chest? was it that love you speak of? you tuck a stray hair behind his ear and smile softly, "kabukimono, will you listen to me? i think this would be the best time to tell you.." your eyes searches an answer in his and he nods. "i am absolutely enamored by you. i feel the same warmth in chest when you are with me. your eyes, your face, you smile.. it makes my heart swell. you are prettiest boy i've ever met and i'm glad i've met you.". innocent!kabukimono whos eyes spills tears one after the other, eyes widening at your confession. and then he giggles before full on laughing — you were stunned, you thought you were about to be laughed at until he feel his arms around your neck and hug you tightly. "[name], [name], [name]... you do not know how much you've made me happy hearing you say those words.."

innocent!kabukimono who was now officially your lover! words cannot describe the happiness when you two agreed to finally be together after that confession under the tree. now you affections have increased to him by tenfold! your visits the workshop becomes more frequent to come and see him, you buy him more things (you even bought him an expensive tea set which made trip and fall over when you said the price lmao), and gladly eat the food he learned to make just for you. even niwa would scold you with a broom, "let kabukimono work and go back to your own work!" and try and chase you out. as you run out with niwa on your tail, you turn your head back and shout out "i love you, darling! work hard! i'll come by again!", "like hell you will!". kabukimono who laughs and waves as he watches your figures run around — he was so in love with you.

innocent!kabukimono who begins to feel something other than love. you two have finally gotten used to physical touch; hugging, holding hands, even sleeping next to one another (you got a slipper thrown at you by niwa when he found out you "stole" kabukimono at the dead of night just to sleep with you lmaoao). and when you two shared your first kiss, he felt as he was floating in clouds. your lips were soft against his and the kiss was soft too, making him melt into your hold. when you pulled away you swore you could've seen hearts in his eyes, "did you like it?" you asked. he nods eagerly, "i enjoyed it.." he pulls on your collar, bringing you forward, your lips touching again. "... please, kiss me more, [name].."

innocent!kabukimono who feels something in him when you touch him. he could feel something in his stomach burning when you touch his waist and caress it as you talk about your day, making him unable concentrate. your touch feels warm even if your hand is on his clothes, he couldn't make sense what's happening to his body. it's almost as if he wanted more.

innocent!kabukimono whos preparing a simple meal for you while you went out for a while. when he was reaching out for a small bowl across the table a little too far away from his reach, he squeals as he felt something good from the corner of the table that put pressure on his poor cock. he pulled himself away, unsure what just happened. what was that he just felt? he felt something when he.. accidentally rubbed himself on the corner of the table. he contemplated and curiosity got the best of him, deciding to go back to the edge of the table. his hands grip the table and positioned himself — he's unsure on what to do but he wanted to recreate that feeling again. innocent!kabukimono who slightly rolls his hips, testing the waters. his grip on the table tightens as he felt the small sensation of pleasure zip through his body making him squeal out in surprise. ah, so there it is. he bites his lips and tries again and he swears he feel his legs about to give up. it feels so good. the table creaks as he begins to pick up his pace, soft, lewd sounds escaping his mouth. but he couldn't quite reach it. he chasing something he doesn't know, he can feel it but but can't get there. innocent!kabukimono who didn't notice you arrive. you walked in him with his back facing you humping the edge of the table. you lean on the kitchen entrace, watching him intently as he nimbly thrusts his hips. kabukimono lets out a garbled noise of frustration, hips coming to stop as his catches his breath, body shaking. you smirk, he can't cum. poor kabukimono, shaking because he can't cum. but don't worry! now you're here to lend him a hand.

innocent!kabukimono who gasps as he feels hands wrap around his waist and a head bury and his shoulder, "what are you doing, darling?". he lets his hands let go of the table and grab your arms around him, shakily cluthcing your arm. he feels ashamed! he can't believe you've seen him like this when he was supposed to be preparing your meal. "[na-name]! it's not.. it's not what you think!" he tries to explain himself but no words come after, shame and embarrassment really starting to take over him. you chuckle, lifting your head and whisper right into his ear, "it's alright, don't fret." he relaxes a little in your hold but still tense, turning his face away from you. "so, what were you doing? you can tell me, kabukimono. i won't be upset." you nuzzle back into his neck, trying to coax him to talk. "i don't.. i don't know.. i was trying to reach for a bowl across the table but then.. then i felt something when i bumped on the corner of the table.. i really liked it.. it felt good.. so i wanted to feel it again.." he cuts himself off as a hiccup leaves his mouth. you coo at him, so he was just humping the table because he accidentally stimulated himself? how cute. "aww and how did it go? i heard you cry out, darling." he lets out a breath, you can see from an angle of his eyebrows furrowing. "i felt it again.. but, i can't reach it..", "hm? reach what?", "i don't know.. i don't know. i just want it, [name]."

innocent!kabukimono who finally faces you, doe eyes looking up at you pleading, "please, [name].. please help me.." and something in you snapped. to hear him beg for you, bleary eyes asking you to help him cum.. oh, it just awakens the deepest parts in you. you lean down and kiss him while your hands drag itself down his body making him squirm. you whisper in his mouth to relax as you undo his pants and pulling it down, touching his poor cocklet, pre-cum already oozing out his tip. he grabs onto your bicep as he moans in your mouth, feeling you slowly stroke him. you pull away from the kiss and use your free hand to grab his chin and make him look down on your hand stroking him, "here, look at me stroking your pretty cock, darling. you have to watch because this is how you," you gently squeeze and he mewls, "— feel pleasure." innocent!kabukimono whos legs were shaking as he feels your stroke him, breath beginning to stagger as felt himself fall into satisfaction. "haaa, hhghk—! so good, so gooood.. please keep going, please..!". you kiss his neck, leaving a trail of marks and stroke him faster, watching as his body twists and turns in your hold, his mouth letting out the prettiest sounds. his grip on your clothes becomes tighter, his head leaning back on your shoulder as his hand scrambles to take your hand off his cock. "[name]— [name], wait! something ngh— something is gonna come out hngh—! [name], s-stop! i'm going to pee!" you didn't listen. you hand goes faster, rougher, squelching echoing in the kitchen accompanying kabuikmonos' moans. "[name], [name], [name]! it's coming ah, ah, ah— it's coming out!", "that's right, darling. go ahead, let it all out. cum all over my hand." and cums. hard. spurts of white leave his pretty cock as his eyes roll back and his body convulses, his orgasm washing over him. you slow down and closing to a stop, hand still wrapped around his cock as you listen to him catch his breath. you gently kiss his temple, "how do you feel, darling?" as you wait for his response, you feel him grind back against you and your eyes widen, "kabukimono?". you don't know what you've just done to him. poor, sweet kabukimonos' first taste of pleasure.. he wanted more.

innocent!kabukimono who gets carried to your bedroom and lied down softly on your bed. you lean down and pepper kisses on his face and you sigh in content, "what have i done to you, kabukimono?". you take his hand and kiss the back of it, "please tell me you want this as much as i do." kabukimono nods, he does! he wants to feel more closer to you, he wants to feel your skin on his, he just wants you. "say it, darling. i need to hear—", "yes! yes, please, [name]. let's become closer than ever, so please—" he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you closer, "touch me."

innocent!kabukimono who stuggles to keep his legs open, his pretty slick hole being bared to you. you stare at it as it clenches on nothing, it was so inviting. "be patient, darling." you tut, other hand grabbing his milky thigh to spread him further, making him whimper. kabukimono feels embarrassed, the way you stare at him so intensely, especially down there, makes him shiver. innocent!kabukimono who clenches around you when you put your tip inside him, teasing his hole. "relax, darling. you're too tense.." you hiss at the feeling. he's trying! he really is! the sensation is just so new to him, so he couldn't help it. a few second pass and he finally relaxes, nodding at you to slowly slide in. innocent!kabukimono whos eyes nearly crosses as you slowly push inside, his warm walls enveloping your cock. you breathed out a dazed sigh and not move, let him get used to you and relishing the feeling of him finally around you. kabukimono on the other hand, was seeing heaven. too good, too good, you made him feel too good. you were all the way inside him and he felt so full, your cock reaching the deepest part in him and you needed you to move now. "[name], hic— you can— you can move," his hands grab the sheets below him in anticipation as your hips begin to move, slowly thrusting in and out of him. innocent!kabukimono who cries out, eyes brimming with tears as you pick up your pace, pounding in his greedy hole. "ngh— oooh, god! [name], this— this feels so good♡! don't stop, don't stop, please!", "haah—! right there! please, keep ngh— doing that♡! keep oooh— hitting that spot!", "[name], [name, [name]..! hhngh♡♡!". innocent!kabukimono who feels the coil in stomach about to snap, his hands finding its way to your back and scratching it, making you groan. kabukomono arches his back, head moving further into the pillow as drill into him harder and feel him clench around you. you grin, "you're close, aren't you, darling?" you hit a certain spot in him making him squeal, "come on, answer me, darling." you press your tip against his prostate, drool slipping from the side of his mouth, "yesh— yes! keep unghhh—! keep going! please! go faster♡!" and who are you say no to your kabukimono? innocent!kabukimono who cums with a scream, eyes rolling back and his mouth hanging open as his cocklet spill out. you give a few last thrusts, grunting as you cum in him, filling him up. heavy breathing can be heard, both you catching your breaths. you reach out and cup his cheek, leaning down and kissing it. "such a good boy, darling. how are you feeling?" he looks up at and smiles, using the last of his strength to lift his head and kiss you back on your cheek. "you've made me feel so good, [name], thank you." it makes your heart swell, seeing him enjoy his first time with you. "but..." you perk up, seeing a shy expression on his face "[name], can.. we go one more time♡?"

oh, look what have you done to him.

poor innocent kabukimono.

you've ruined him.

kabukimono loves you. he loves you so much.

just as much as he loves your dick.

you've completely ravaged him. ruined him.

so take responsibility, won't you?

sex obsessed!kabukimono who got addicted to you and sex. oh, look what have you done to him. after his first time with you, sex with has not left his mind even during work. it'd woken something in him; he starts to crave it it, yearn for it, needing it. he can't focus in his work, forging weapons seemingly becoming more disinterested, his mind solely on you. he wanted to feel pleasure again. the pleasure you gave him left him wanting more.

sex obsessed!kabukimono who seeks you out. he would leave the workshop, looking for you. niwa would ask him where he was going but he waved him away, it's nothing important, he says. but he knows he's lying, he knows because he's looking for you. poor kabukimono knocking on your door, please be here. please, you have to be here. and to his luck, you opened the door. "darling? what's wrong? i was just about—" you cut yourself off, the feeling of his lips on yours shutting you up. you kiss him back, grabbing his waist and pulling him inside, locking the door and slamming him against it. you pull away, "hm? now what's this? desperate now, are we?" you tease, looking down his as flushed face, "surely.. you came here because you missed me, right?". sex obsessed!kabukimono who can't deny what you said. he does miss you! he really does.. "or..", you lean down and whisper in his ear, "you missed my cock, don't you, kabukimono?" he whines. you laugh, reveling in the fact he does in fact, miss your cock. "please.. just.. just this once. i can't get enough, please.. i need your cock.." he grabs on your clothes and tug them, eyes pleading up at you. "you don't— you don't have to put it in me. use my mouth.. i— please, use my mouth♡."

sex obsessed!kabukimono who excuses both of you when having tea time with niwa, saying some sensible yet pathetic excuse. he drags you out the room all the while you're trying to hold back your laugh. sex obsessed!kabukimono who locks both of you inside an storage room filled with cargo boxes and pounces on you, roughly kissing you while you grab the back of his thighs to carry him. you carefully navigate the room and set him down a box, hands trailing down to his waist. you pull away as he sighs, a trail of saliva following your mouth, "strip off your shirt." and he does immediately, undoing until his chest is bare to you— his pink, perky nubs already hard and enticing to come and play with them. you contemplate whether to give in or let him suffer, just a bit. afterall, while niwa was distracted, kabukimono decided it would be nice to tease you a bit by pulling a bit of his shirt by the top, showing you his nipples. it definitely backfried.

sex obsessed!kabukimono who gives you a confused look when you switch places with him. you sat on the box and sit him down on your lap with his back on your chest. you settled you hands on his waist and your chin on his shoulder near his ear, making him breathe deeply. "i know what you want, darling. but that stunt you pulled back there? i'm not so sure." he hiccups, head turning to look at you. "bu-but..", "tsk, tsk. you know what you did." he pouts, a little hmph escaping his lips. sex obsessed!kabukimono who takes matters in his own hands, if you won't, then he will. his nimble fingers reach and touch his nubs, lightly touching it with the tips of his fingers. you watch intently, awestricken as he plays with his nipples without you. oh well, more for you. sex obsessed!kabukimono whos hips begin to grind back to you, a small bulge can be seen in his pants. he moans your name as he begins to twist and pull, his nipples becoming more sensitive and puffy— how cute. "hghh— [name].. [name]! i.. i can't! my nipples.. my nipples feels so good! its ngh—♡!", "[naaame].. it's so hghuk—! ah, ah, ah♡! so sensitive.. ughk—! i don't wanna stooop♡...". sex obsessed!kabukimono whos back arches he gives on last pinch to his nipples, legs shaking as he cums in his pants, lewd noises sighing out of his mouth. he limps back on you chest, catching his breath as body gives small jerks. he gasps as he feels you tear his hands away from his chest and replaces it with yours, your fingers pinching and twisting harshly making him cry out, hands searching for something to grab on to. "don't think you'll get out of this, darling." you tug more firmly on the oversensitive nubs and he arches his back, shouting out your name. "let's play with these more, yeah?".

(niwa did not hesitate to throw you both his slippers right at you once you came back with a debauched and disheveled kabukimono lol)

sex obsessed!kabukimono who invites you in his room, telling you that he was given a kotatsu table (for some reason)! as you enter his room, he's already settled in the table, his lower half covered by the table cover. he pats the free space next to him and offers you some snacks, smiling as you take your place beside him. you put your legs under the table, feeling the warmth radiating from under table. you two chat for a while, planning if kabukimono can meet with you a local food stand. as you talk about the food of the stand, you reach for the snacks on the table and in the corner of your eyes, kabukimono pulled back his legs out of the table, revealing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. sex obsessed!kabukimono turns to you and spreads his legs, showing you pretty wet hole. "sorry.. i can't help it.." he shyly, yet mischievously says. you chew your the snack and swallowed, then smile, reaching out and stretching his hole with your thumb. you watch as he clenches in anticipation, his thighs quivering. sex obsessed!kabukimono whos tongue lolls out his mouth, drool sliding the side of his mouth as your finger works his insides, thrusting in and out, reaching deep inside him. your pace was decent but to kabukimono, it wasn't enough. he grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled it back farther, making it almost reach his ears and he feels like he'll pass out. the angle made your fingers keep touching his prostate over and over again. "yesyesyes, keep going angh—! your fingers feel so good, [name]! don't nghhh♡— don't stop♡!". like hell you will.

sex obsessed!kabukimono who gets pounded from behind, back arching as your hips snap back and forth against his ass, your cum dripping down the sides of his thighs and down the sheets. you haven't stopped, he lost count to how many times he came and how many times you filled him up to the brim. sex obsessed!kabukimono whos legs write and kick as he feels his orgasm approaching, nononono, he can't possibly! you hips piston faster, making him cry out as he feels like your reaching his stomach. he tries to slow you down, his hand reaching for your abdomen and weakly pushing but it didn't work, it only made you faster. "ooohhh— ougnnhh! [name]! [name], please! i can't— i can't! i'll die, i'll— diiieee♡!", "having my dick shoved in your thirsty, drooling, cum filled hole won't kill you, so fucking take it." sex obsessed!kabukimono who screams into the pillow as his cocklet squirts and he body convulses, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. you kept thrusting, you didn't stop until you finally spill your load in him, groaning as his hole clenches, milking you for all your worth. a few seconds pass by, you begin to move again and kabukimono whines, limp body using all his strength to turn his head to face you. and to your (exciting) surprise, he has a dopey smile on. "keep filling me up, [name]♡!".

#ems.writes #ems.nsfw #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #sub scaramouche #sub!scaramouche #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi smut #kabukimono x reader #kabukimono smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #sub!character

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nalpurey · 5 months

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today is scara day so here’s the x reader version

reader is mostly gn but gets called ma’am once. scara is afab cuz trans scara>>>

dom!reader, sub!scaramouche/sub!wanderer mentions of sa, brief hurt/comfort, fluffy playful smut, the slightest hint of somnophilia if you squint, not proofread

As the flames danced, your shadows cast wide on the ground. You yawned, feeling settled in the familiarity of the campsite. Your traveling companion was always full of surprises, and tonight was no exception. He had requested a sleeping bag in your shared tent, much to your disbelief. “What? Just because I don’t need to doesn’t mean I can’t,” he had said, grinning mischievously. You had rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his antics.

The two of you had lit a bonfire and were sitting close to one another, quietly and secretly enjoying the warmth and company of each other’s presence.

You subconsciously stared at your companion. You couldn’t help but notice the way the wanderer winced imperceptibly as the weight of his body pressed against an apparently sore muscle. You saw the way he stood up and straightened his back, only to wince once again as he sat back down. It was clear to you that he was in pain, and it was clear that this was something he was used to, but you still frowned.

“Are you hurt?” you carefully asked, slightly tilting your head to the side.

The wanderer shook his head, not even looking at you. “It’s nothing worth mentioning.”

You sighed. We’ve been traveling companions for a while now, and he still isn’t opening up. Sure, he should take his time, but he has no reason to not trust me after what we’ve done to protect each other…

“You know,” you started in a sweet voice, staring at the dancing flames, “it’s pretty normal to get hurt, or even just have a sore back, when you do nothing but wander around and fight monsters all day. Just let me help you.”

He shook his head again, but his voice had softened. “I don’t… need healing.”

You decided not to ask if that was just another way to say no or he actually didn’t need any healing as a puppet.

“But you’re in pain”, you insisted. “You won’t let me heal you, so at least let me cook you some food, give you a massage or something.”

“A massage?” At the wanderer’s seemingly disgusted frown, you only nodded. “But why?”

“It’ll help your muscles relax”, you responded with a smile.

He rolled his eyes. Though he was doing his best to appear indifferent, he was curious about what you would do. He stared at your hands for a couple seconds, wondering if it would have been that bad to have those soft fingers touching his skin.

“Fine then. Do your worst.”

Oh, he just had to make it into a challenge, didn’t he?

You smiled a bit widely this time. You felt like this could help them get closer. You already considered him an ally, but you wanted him to acknowledge that; to see for himself what it meant to have a companion to place his trust in.

He took off his kimono and pulled down the top part of his bodysuit. His pale rosy skin looked soft, and as perfect as a doll’s. Looking a bit more carefully, you couldn’t help but notice five fading rounded scars on the center of his back. The one in the middle was bigger than the others, and those were undoubtedly the marks his puppet strings had left.

“So? Are you gonna do something, or—”

He freezed upon feeling your warm hand trace up his spine.

“Mnnh…”

“Good?”

He bit his lip. “Shut it.”

“You’re tense. Are you always like this, or…” You stopped yourself, your attention being caught by something else. A small symbol on the highest part of his back. It didn’t look like a scar, it was more like a birthmark. You let your curiosity get the better of you and slid your thumb over the mark, softly. “What’s this?” You asked simultaneously.

Tingly waves of electricity shot through his body, running straight to his crotch, and the wanderer couldn’t prevent a soft moan of sheer pleasure from escaping his slightly parted lips.

You stopped your thumb immediately. “Did I hurt you?” You asked with urgency.

“What? No. Of course not. I’m not that fragile.”

Encouraged, you pressed a bit harder on the spot. Your thumb drew slow circles along the mark, until…

“Ahn… please…”

You made a surprised sound, your eyes widening.

The red-faced wanderer hastened to clarify, “That… slipped out.”

But you had already stopped. “Please what, though? Are you sure this isn’t an uncomfortable place for you to—”

“Shut up, it wasn’t a please stop.”

“Then what was it?”

“It was nothing.”

You only let out a chuckle. You really wanted to be friends (or maybe even more) with him, but right now you couldn’t resist teasing him. “Maybe you find this arousing,” you suggested with a shrug. “This one is probably a sweet spot of yours, am I right?” The wanderer parted his lips to speak, but your thumb found itself on the birthmark again and he had to close them shut to suppress the noise he felt bubbling up his throat. “It’s really pretty, though. It’s a mitsudomoe, right? Very pretty…”

The wanderer could barely focus on your praise, completely absorbed by the feeling of you tracing circles around such a sensitive part of his body.

Until you realized this could probably not help his sore back. Much to the wanderer’s disappointment, you went back to massaging his back, and yes— that helped a lot, but it just didn’t feel as good.

It was pretty relaxing, though. Your touch was delicate, careful. It was completely new to him.

Maybe being in your company wasn’t that bad.

: : : :

He looked so… serene in his sleep. He looked like nothing in the world could ever disturb his slumber. Why wasn’t he always like this? You could only wonder why he didn’t sleep more often, since it made him so calm and peaceful. Maybe if he had slept like this every night he wouldn’t have been so short tempered.

Most of his clothes were lying forgotten in an angle of their tent, neatly folded.

You didn’t even realize you were staring at him, his tiny, immobile sleeping figure, his pink synthetical lips that were just barely pressing against each other, his relaxed brows, his smooth and perfect skin… yes, nothing could ever disturb his slumber…

“Mmgh… hah…” The puppet’s eyebrows started to furrow, and his body began to tremble ever so slightly. You let out a sigh. Oh, you should have expected him to have nightmares. The wanderer was muttering something incomprehensible, so you got a bit closer, trying to make out what he was saying.

“D-don’t…”

Oh, here it comes. What will it be?

You touched his shoulder, trying to wake him from his presumed nightmare.

Will it be… “don’t hurt me”? “Don’t betray me”? “Don’t abandon me”? “Don’t—”

“Don’t stop…”

Your eyes widened. If only you looked down a bit lower, a quick glance at the bottom of his tight bodysuit would have been enough to tell just how soaked wet he was.

In fact, at some point, during your attempts at waking him up, you somehow noticed the dark spot of wetness between his legs.

A subtle smirk creeped onto your face.

He looked so irresistible, and you couldn’t stop staring. You even forgot you were trying to wake him up.

The wanderer’s squirming and tossing around only increased in frequency, finally awaking him.

He blinked once. Twice.

“Were you having a dream?” You enquired innocently.

“Not your business…” he replied, looking away so that you couldn’t see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “How could you tell…?” He quickly added as soon as he realized he could have said or done something in his sleep.

“Call it intuition or whatever.” You shrugged. “It’s not hard to tell if someone’s dreaming if they keep making noise. Was it a bad dream? Or was it about what we discussed earlier?”

He shuddered, rolling onto his side. “Not. Your. Business.”

“I’m assuming it was?” You challenged.

“I said it’s not your business.” The wanderer responded.

“How about you tell me—” He cut you off.

“How about you go to sleep and leave me alone?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his defensive aggressivity. “Fine, fine. Goodnight Kuni.”

He didn’t say anything in response.

You ignored him back and wrapped a warm blanket around yourself, facing the other way. Not even a minute had passed when the wanderer softly called out to you.

“What is it?”

“Can we… share that?” He was pointing at the blanket.

“Are you sure? You don’t look like you’re cold.”

“Shut up.”

You were right, actually. You always were. He was feeling as hot as he didn’t recall ever feeling, but for some reason he wanted you to be close to him, and sharing a blanket was the only way he considered. There was no way he would explicitly ask you to come closer.

You sat up, scooted closer and pulled the blanket onto him. “Sleep well.” No response again.

You lied back down, on your side, facing away from him.

The wanderer was glad you couldn’t see him squeezing his legs together and rubbing his thighs against each other, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable, hot wetness that was only growing and growing between his folds. As it grew, he noticed he was starting to breathe, loudly— he just couldn’t help it. This feeling was too much, he wanted it gone. He didn’t even need to breathe, why did it feel so necessary yet so difficult right now?

He pressed his forehead against the nape of your neck, making you chuckle quietly. Feeling your warmth against himself was somehow relieving, but it also made his body shake with desire and want.

He muffled a groan of discomfort by covering his mouth with his hand.

“Fuck… [Name]—”

“I’m still awake, you know. Do you need something?” You sleepily muttered.

“Ugh…”

“Won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” You insisted softly. “I can help you.”

The wanderer wanted it. So badly— but he still had his pride. He shook his head, even though you were facing the other side and couldn’t see him.

You took his silence as a no, anyway. “… Alright. Goodnight again.”

“… ‘Night”, he replied this time, in a small voice. He was determined to let the overwhelming feeling go away on his own…

But a few minutes later, he couldn’t care less. He tapped your shoulder lightly, swallowed his pride and breathed out a whispery “… Help?”

You sat up again, your eyes shining, as if you’d been waiting for that moment. You raised an eyebrow, looking at him and waiting for him to say something more.

To which the wanderer furrowed his brows and muttered something that sounded like “come on”.

“What do you want?” You asked innocently, raising a brow.

“Stop talking and do something already!” He yelled impatiently, forcefully grabbing one of your wrists and directing your hand to his abdomen, not daring to push it lower— maybe hoping you would do that yourself. You smiled, running your fingers up to his chest instead. At your caress, his body relaxed against the thin mattress.

“Lower”, he demanded, impatiently.

But you liked his chest too much to just leave it alone already. You put both of your hands to use; while one massaged his chest through his bodysuit, the other traced its way to his lower stomach, then even lower, then some more, until it was resting on his clothed sex.

As soon as he felt your touch, the wanderer inhaled sharply, his body tensing up. The hand that was caressing his upper body found a nipple and focused its attention on it, earning delicious moans from him and helping him loosen up some more. His eyes were glued to her as soon as she started moving her hand. You really were handling him with care. The combination of your touch and the embarrassment of the situation, of how you looked so serious and focused on him, was really getting to him.

The more you rubbed his clit through the fabric, the more he felt the urge to strip off and expose himself for you. He struggled to remove his bodysuit, and you lent him a hand as soon as you noticed. Once free of his clothing, he laid back down, putting himself on display. You licked your lips.

He was completely flushed red from his face to his chest, his weakened arms resting above his head, his hardened nipples demanding more attention, his parting legs tempting you, his blue eyes silently begging you to touch him. So you did, and he whimpered imperceptibly when your hand made direct contact with his clit for the first time. Not feeling any friction, but only a somehow unsatisfying contact, he moved his hips closer to you, but much to his displeasure you withdrew your finger. He let out a soft cry. He was feeling so good, why did it have to stop already?

“Are you playing with me?” He whined, trying to sound intimidating. “If you’re only doing this to annoy me, might as well…”

He trailed off, observing you. You were giving your thumb a few licks, carefully wetting it before placing it on his engorged clit and moving in slow circles, as two fingers of your other hand held up the hood. To which the wanderer could only shut his eyes, throw his head back and let out a long “oohh…”, pleasantly surprised at just how good it felt.

He wasn’t used to this.

Your pointer finger slid down, passed his urethra and pressed against the slit. Your thumb was still working his clit, circling it at a steady pace. Feeling that you weren’t speeding up, the wanderer complained in a breathy voice. “That’s… too slow.”

You gradually picked up the pace, lubing your finger with his juices to help it slide inside his hole. You looked at him. His eyes were tightly shut and his closed fists were grasping the blanket they were sharing earlier. You were being careful with your movements, afraid to hurt him. “Hey, Kuni. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”, you asked, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“Not of… my own will”, he responded through clenched teeth.

Oh.

That wasn’t completely unexpected.

You removed your clean hand from his body to caress his cheeks.

“I’m… sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s… nothing, really.” He gave a nod of his head to signal you to keep going from where you had stopped.

You experimentally moved your finger, but he had gotten tighter. Thinking back about what happened had apparently made him tense up again. “I, uh… I don’t want to hurt you”, you stated. He looked away. He knew it would hurt if you pushed inside him right now.

Sensing his anxiety, you straddled him and softly placed a kiss on his cheek. Your right hand lightly grazed the sensitive birthmark on his higher back, as you continued leaving kisses on his face. The wanderer made a little smile, and let out soft noises and hums of pleasure, while you showered him with affection by pecking his forehead, cheeks, and even the tip of his nose.

“My— my lips too.”

“Alright.”

Complying with his request, you kissed him on the lips. His lips parted, letting her tongue in as soon as he felt it prodding his mouth. You adjusted your position so that your knee was now in between his legs, and he started to roll his hips against it immediately, moaning into your mouth. The friction felt so good on his clit, and now he just wanted more, more, more.

When your lips parted, you kissed his neck, softly nibbling and sucking on it, relishing in the way he tilted his head back to expose his body even further, curving himself to get you to do more, every single cell of him screaming “take me, and do whatever you want to me”. And desiring nothing more than that.

You cupped his chest with both hands and gently fondled his porcelain skin. The wanderer was breathing heavily, completely lost in the feeling of the soft skin of his neck being marked by your mouth and his sensitive nipples being stimulated this delicately. His folds started to lubricate again as he rubbed himself against your leg, hips bucking furiously. His hands feebly grasped your silky hair, trying to push you further onto his body. He guided you where he wanted your attention, and you found yourself licking and suckling on a nipple. His other breast, small enough to fit in your palm, savored your caresses. He could feel something hot churn into his lower stomach. The feeling was slowly taking over his entire body, it was like a drug, and now he needed more.

“[Name]… it feels good, ahh…”

You smiled against his skin. You were making progress.

“[Name]. I think I’m ready.”

“Mhm?”

“Yes. You… won’t need to go easy on me.”

“Well, I’m still going to make this as comfortable as I can.”

He smiled imperceptibly, nothing but pure love in his eyes. He gave a slight nod of his head to encourage you. “Come inside… [Name].”

Your finger found itself back where it was earlier, circling the hole before slowly sliding in. Your body was moving on its own, as if it was on autopilot.

“N-ngh…”

You gradually pushed your finger deeper, observing his face to make sure it wasn’t too overwhelming for him. “Is this okay?”

The wanderer nodded frantically. This felt way better than he had imagined. “More… more…” he managed to squeeze out, his voice sounding broken and hoarse. “Go deeper…” He was sweating, so much so that his skin looked a bit shiny from the moisture.

“You’ve got to call me ma’am for that”, you said.

“In your dreams. I’m not calling you that,” he mumbled.

You chuckled. “I wasn’t serious, dummy.” And as proof, your finger went deeper. The wanderer instantly forgot you had been teasing him.

“Oohh… nnh… just like that…”

Encouraged, you kept rubbing his inner walls with care, searching for that one spot that would have your Kuni crying out in pleasure.

The wanderer was lost in a trance-like state. His ocean eyes were unfocused and teary, and a bit of drool could be spotted at the corner of his mouth.

When your skilled lips made contact with his clit, pressing a loving kiss on it, Kuni’s eyes went wide and he whimpered slightly in surprise. He lost his composure once again when you began to give it the softest kitten licks, sloppily throwing his leg over your shoulder, making it easier to buck his pussy right into your mouth as you licked at his hardened clit.

“Haah… ma’am, feels so good…”

You could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. And your crotch.

You was feeling like his pleasure was the only purpose of your life. You lapped up all the delicious juices that came out of him, your gentle licks turning into messy and frantic sucks.

And the wanderer, oh, he was long gone. Weakly holding your free hand, occasionally squeezing it when he felt like the pleasure was too much for his body to handle, he’d never felt as good as he was feeling now. His head thrown back in heavenly bliss, resting on the blanket he had used to lie next to you and get this in exchange— oh, it’d been so worth it, he kept thinking. He would have done it again and again if it meant feeling the same pleasure he was feeling now.

You were so gentle with him. Did he even deserve your gentleness?

“Kuni? Are you feeling alright?”

Warm juices trickled down your chin as you lifted your head from his crotch to make sure he was okay. Placing a hand on the underside of his thigh, you waited for his nod to start eating him out again.

“I’m feeling... a little more than alright.”

#scaramouche x you #scara x reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #trans scara #trans scaramouche #afab!scaramouche #afab scaramouche #gn reader #sub wanderer #sub scaramouche x reader #sub!scaramouche #sub scaramouche #dom reader #genshin x reader #sub genshin

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cielur5w · 4 months

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Yes but... Scaramouche afab>>>

━━━ Drabble﹕Scaramouche afab x amab!reader (can also be read as gn)

There is a brief debate whether Scaramouche has a fat pussy or a small one, in my opinion it is that he has a fat pussy from the countless times of being stretched by your big cock!

His folds are softly pale, just like he skin, as delicate and as kneadable as a soft dough, softly pink in color his clitoris!

Keep him with his legs open, force him with your big hands to show off his already wet fat pussy, obviously our pretty brat will behave rudely, because you are touching his precious body!, you're just a stupid mortal under human lust..

Simply to silence him, you lean your head close to his wet and dripping pussy, as a little bit tightens in the air at your closeness, Scaramouche could perfectly feel your breathing near his folds and leaves a muffled squeal when you blow hot air on his pussy, making quiver your muscles with anticipation!

To provoke him, give soft licks around his pussy, without even touching his folds so directly, you will only make him complain and murmur in muffled gasps that you do your job well in pleasing him..hahaha, your cute spoiled child still thinks he has power over you~

Even with your hands on his knees, force him to hold it for you and that's what he does, so obediently, for a few seconds you can see how he bites his lips to repress any moan and how his cheeks were already red!

Return your attention to his already wet pussy, with your fingers more easily open his folds, revealing his pussy in all its splendor, he shudders and moans softly at the contact.

And he simply begins to suck his clitoris, your fingers maneuver and go for his pussy, two fingers gently entering slowly and now Scaramouche is whining pitifully for you to hurry up!

And you start fucking his pussy with your two fingers, making lewd sounds while you continue sucking his small clit, gently rubbing it with your teeth, the only thing you provoke is that finally Scaramouche no longer tries to contain his moans and his dirty little mouth is saying "Stupid." ..NGH~!" "Ah..ah!" As he turned his head back, he soon stopped his little show that he had "power" over you, he already had tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, starting to drool.

"I'm going to come~!, I'm cummm~!!" Leaving feminine squeals as his writhes, arching his back perfectly

but you don't stop, on the contrary... you accelerate the movements of your fingers inside his pussy and continue eating his already swollen and red clitoris, so fucking slippery

and Scaramouche has his orgasm, and through it you continue fucking him with your fingers, making his hips rise a little when he comes stutters his hips, his muscles trembling, he falls on the bed again, you had already taken out your fingers and you could admire beautifully how his pussy was wet and dripping, giving you such a delicious spectacle.

Scaramouche is sighing shakily, leaning a little with his elbows on the bed but you start to give soft licks on his folds making him easily fall back onto the bed softly, leaving a loud and tired moan "That's enough... I- Nghhh~.."

You begin to lap up his juices, spreading his trembling thighs, lapping up his juices from his orgasm making Scaramouche tremble in place from overstimulation.

"I haven't cum yet, my doll" You murmured, gently kissing one of his trembling thighs and then delicately sucking on the skin, smearing it a little and then letting go, leaving a hickey.

Scaramouche has a long night ahead of him.

#genshin impact #sub!scaramouche #Sub!wanderer #sub wanderer #Sub Scaramouche #Drabble sub #sub character x reader #Sub Scaramouche x male reader #Sub!scaramouche x dom amab reader #Scaramouche sub #Sub scaramouche x amab reader #dom male reader #Dom amab reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact smut #Scaramouche afab #afab scaramouche #Scaramouche has pussy

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uplatterme · 1 year

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Pure and Sweet (For Old Time’s Sake)

cw: sub!scaramouche / sub!wanderer (how do i label this now), virgin!scaramouche (but not really, you’ll see what i mean), sensitive!scaramouche, dom!reader, fatui!reader, amab!reader but gender-neutral pronouns, stomach bulge, over-sensitivity

summary: after the events in sumeru, the wanderer meets up with someone familiar and does some familiar activities. oh you know, just for old time’s sake

a/n: written before scaramouche lore came out so yeah this doesn’t make sense anymore 💀

Every day, the citizens of Sumeru sees the Wanderer come up to the highest peak of Sumeru. No one knows the reason why, nor does anyone stop him even if his body was not suitable for climbing such heights due to recent event that everyone’s been talking about.

Perhaps, it was the fault of the rumors going around which is why no one’s dared to talk to him. Even though his intimidating glance would serve enough for anyone who dared to try.

The traveler claimed that he’s grown softer nowadays… Yet, he still remained close off.

“Come out.” His voice ordered, stern as usual.

“Did you hit your head that hard on the ground for you to not notice it was me?” You questioned him.

He stuttered, not expecting your arrival. Especially not when he looked like this. “(Name). What? Have you come to get rid of me?”

You laughed at his antics. “Me? Oh no, quite the opposite actually.”

You stop in the middle of your words, admiring his new appearance. “You look like an angel, Scaramouche. A new soul.”

There’s red spreading on his cheeks from just your compliments. “Don’t call me that.”

“What? An angel?” You teased.

The repeated teasing made him roll his eyes. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Show me a tour? For old time’s sake.” You asked.

“Can’t. I’m not allowed in some areas.” He refuted.

“And yet you go up here.” You uttered, knowing he could clearly hear it.

You walked closer to him, his feet obviously wanting to run away. “I’m surprised you’re handling this heat well, Scaramouche.”

He let out an annoyed sound, hearing you call him by that again. He wasn’t complaining outright, looks like the traveler was right about that. “You should say that to yourself. Let me guess, that bastard Pantalone got that trash for you?” He said, referring to the cloak on your shoulders.

“Mhm. It is quite hot. Mind taking it off for me?” You told him, not really expecting him to do what you said.

Still.

Scaramouche closed in the space between the both of you, taking the cloak off slowly as he struggled not to meet with your eyes. You could almost hear his heart thump with each slow movement.

“Scaramouche.”

“Yeah?”

You raised his chin, bringing his lips closer to yours. He tasted sweet, pure, and innocent. Unlike when the two of you shared lips from before. There’s a whine that came out of his throat, wanting to let go but he instead kissed you deeper, wanting and needy for your touch.

You caressed his cheek after you separated from him. He flinched immediately.

“Missed me?” You ask.

“Shut up.”

It was new. His reactions from your touch was incredible and you hadn’t even purposely touched him anywhere erogenous.

“Hn.” He trembled in your hands.

You took out his cock and he sounded like he was already ready to cum. He shivered, grabbing onto your shoulders as you pump him as slow as you could.

“(N-Name). Wait—ahn!”

Drips of him fell on the ground.

“Did they give you a baptism? You act as if you’re a virgin pure.” You joked.

Scaramouche faced you and his eyes are tearing up.

“Shit, doll. You can’t just look at me like that.” You said.

“Hurry… Want it inside. Please!”

You took off his pants, wondering if he needed any preparations. His gaping hole opening up and closing repeatedly just for you, clenching as if there was already something inside. “Please.” He begged once more.

You slowly insert yourself into him and if not for your assistance, he would’ve fallen on the ground. He orgasmed again, his legs trembling too much for any kind of steadiness.

He choked on his sobs, moaning repeatedly with every pump you give him.

You could barely understand what he was saying anymore.

“Ish—feels—so-so good.”

Scaramouche was fucking tight. You didn’t know what kind of shit they gave him in this region but archon were you thankful for it.

“I-Inside… Fill m-me up!” He whined.

You’ve lost count as to how much he’d cum at this point and by the look of his eyes rolling up with his tongue out, neither did he.

He cried out as you pounded him deeper, your cock bulging from his tiny body, hitting him in all the right spots.

The dirt below him was soaking wet as his cock continued to spurt out as you milked him for more.

“F-Fuck! Ah—Ah! I-I can’t.” He stuttered while he felt you throbbing inside him.

His walls spread out as you came inside him, pounding him a couple more times just to make sure your warm cum got deeper in him.

Scaramouche is a mess, you’re not sure if he’s even able to form any coherent thoughts anymore.

His clothes were ruined and you weren’t sure if he’d be able to walk for a few days after this. You covered him with the cloak you were wearing even though you were sure he’d argue with that.

You carried him back to his current settlement and accidentally bumped into a few familiar faces.

“Watch him for me, will you? Tell him he gets to keep the cloak.” You said to the blond and his companion, handing a bag of mora in his hands.

#sub genshin impact #sub genshin #sub scaramouche #sub!scaramouche #dom reader #dom!reader #sub!genshin #genshin impact smut #scaramouche x reader #plattered writings #sub scaramouche x reader

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Imagine, sub!catboy scaramouche who's obsessed with Dom! female reader's breasts. He loves playing with reader breasts, there just so soft in his hands as he plays with them, while in your lap. Dom! Female reader riding his cock as he's playing with her breasts and sucking on them. Then after catboy scaramouche ends up being the one on top of you now. (It could be either a mean Dom or a soft Dom female reader if you'd like and sorry if it's a weird request to make)

the first thing I thought: BREED HIM but u said female reader. Don't be sorry anon. This is a open space!

SUB! CATBOY SCARA X FEMALE READER

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Art credits!

Scara masterlist

Sub wanderer

Catboy scara who always cuddles on you while you rest. Sometimes he'd even take it farther depending on his mood to rub and rest on your breasts as if it resembled a soft pillow. Scara stressed out? He wants to lay and play with your breasts and he'd purr at how comfortable it felt.

If he was being your goodboy you'd even let him climb up on you and suck on your nipples. Moaning to let him milk your boobs. Catboy scara would fantasy while he's at work of the day you'd finally let him cum on your titts. Desperately waiting for you at home. Poor scara was at home in a rut all by himself :( He'd pull up a picture he snuck on his phone of you naked in your room taking off your bra and stroke his cock to it over a pillow. Begging and pleading to cum on your boobs. "MOMMY i- Oh shit~ Fuck- I- i wanna be your good boy mommy, I wanna cum f' You~ Please let me cum~"

Catboy scara who gets on top of you and begins sucking on your tits eagerly. Drooling and moaning out how good you taste and how much he loves your boobs but you start rubbing on his cock. "aH~ y/n d-dont touch their-" Your hand made him feel so good. "Y/n...Please mommy i..." you pushed his face into your chest. "shh shh its okay baby. Cum on mommys hand. You've been so good f' me. Been such a goodboy."

Cat scara who would travel with you in your bag or purse to places he couldnt go with you as catboy scara. For example, work! Scara isnt home so you assume he went to go 'find better things to do' instead of waiting for you at the door for hours to come home. little did you know while your on a lunch break you go to open your bag and all of your snacks are half eaten. "what the.. where's all my food?"

Cat scara who runs around the cafe hopping off of tables and scaring customers, some even allergic to cats and falling head first off their chairs. It was funny at first, Until you realize that was your pet Causing so many problems.

Cat scara who enjoys as you chase after him through the cafe, Your breasts bouncing up and down through your suit as you move past table after table. You end up retrieving your devious little pet and get kicked out of the cafe. 'whoops'

Cat boy scara who you lead home after he acts like a brat. You order him to sit on the bed and he does without a second thought. You then lockup and get infront of scara. "Do you have anything to fucking say for yourself scara?" Ooo you we're 100% mad. Scara wanted you mad. "Mmm what? That im sorry?~" Scara got a kick out of you getting mad. Because he knew you'd punish him and you did. You pushed him and caged him in between your arms on the bed. "You like gettin me mad scara? Getting me all worked up like this?" He didnt reply, Just kept looking at your breasts in his vision. You pulled him into a sloppy kiss and scara let out a moan from your aggression. "Hmm? You wanna touch them? Does my little pet wanna touch mommy?" you said while rubbing your hand against your boobs. "Y-yes..Fuck yes. Wanna touch your tits mommy." You smirked "Then help mommy take of her clothes." And he did. His nails we're a little sharp and tugged at you a little bit. In a matter of seconds you were undressed and scara desperately reached for your beautiful tits on full display. But you grabbed his hand and he purred at you. "Nu-uh baby. You need to get punished for earlier. Take off your clothes too for mommy." He roughly took of his clothes and threw them on the floor. "Now lay down." You commanded and he did. "Stay like that for me baby." You climbed ontop of him, Scara's body started burning up as you slowly sat down on his cock. "S-shit mommy~ your so warm, Wanna cum inside of you~" He went to put his hands against your waist but you patted them away. "Uh uh uh scara~ brats dont get to cum." He whined "N-no mommy. please let me AH~" you began bouncing on his cock "aH~ fuck mommy"

Catboy scara moaning and begging for you to let him cum and milk his cock "Y-YES MOMMY F-FUCK IM SO CLOSE- PLEASE. PLEASE LET ME CUM. ILL BE GOOD F' YOU. I PROMISEE~" at this point he's just flat out yelling and moaning for you, "Oh yeah? T-then be my good boy scara and cum for mommy~ Cum inside of me scara~"

#genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact #sub scaramouche #scaramouche smut #catboy #sub genshin #sub!scaramouche #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you

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Summary: Scaramouche's first meeting with the reader was not what he was expecting.

CW: Misandry, Matriarchial society, reverse harem, war prizes (selling men), implied abuse towards Scaramouche, Ei and Yae Miko are not good people. Is reader actually being kind or is she doing what needs to be done(?). Point of view is mainly from Scaramouche and what he see's so the reader is basically called stranger/guest because she is not known to Scaramouche yet. Some politics (not very good politics FYI), one line mentions uncomfortable/nonconsensual touching (not from reader), men needing to be pure or clean (mentioned once near the end). Reader is implied to be taller than Scaramouche.

He thought that it was going to be like any other day. He was rudely woken up by the servants and basically forced to be washed and dressed. His clothes picked out for him, his hair and makeup done without any say from him. He never understood why he had to go through this basically every day. He was rarely allowed to leave his room as it was, so no one ever really saw him. The only thing different on the days that he was allowed to leave was the clothing. Out in public, he had to wear a specific collar, indicating his status. He did not have his face covered like the consorts or concubines were supposed to which made sense, since he was neither. It was to signify his position as a war prize.

Seeing the gleam of the bronze collar on the table, he realized that today he was required to be out in public. For what, he did not know, but one thing he was sure on was that it wasn't going to be an easy day.

"The collar?" He hushed out, trying to get an answer from the bustling servants. He wasn't surprised to have been met with silence. He knew how they see him. Lesser, pitiful, ungrateful towards their master who has so graciously taken him in when he was just a starving and forgotten child. Except he wasn't taken in, he was stolen and forced to serve. From his former negligent master to a cruel master, he was switched as if he was nothing more than piece of meat for the strongest to fight over.

He kept quiet as everyone moved around him. He let them maneuver his head, offering no resistance. Let them slide whatever clothing they wanted onto him. It wasn't until he heard the unclasping of the collar that he shuddered. It was a miniscule movement but he couldn't escape the glares sent his way, as if daring him to try and struggle.

It wasn't the first time it was put on him, but the chill of the collar closing in around his neck caused him to shiver. He squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth, trying to suppress the need to jerk away from their touch. It was pulled behind his neck and tightened to where there was a constant pressure around his throat. He most likely would struggle just drinking. Eating was out of the question entirely, unless he wanted to choke himself - something that has happened to him before. As it was clasped together, he was biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood. The metallic taste filling his mouth but he just swallowed it down.

After the collar was clasped on, the majority of the servants left the room. Only two individuals were left in the room, one another servant and the other caused him to sit up straighter. The pink hair and sly chuckle that filled the air left him to suppress the dread and uncertainty growing in his body.

"Preparation's done?"

The attendant bowed to Yae Miko as she came and stood in front of Scaramouche, her purple eyes assessing him. He kept his head down, the proper procedure having been engrained in him long ago.

"Yes, mi'lady."

Yae Miko let out a small hum of approval. It was after the attendants left and when it was just the two of them left alone in the room that she showed her displeasure. However, what was odd, was that it wasn't directed to Scaramouche. Instead she seemed to be contemplating something. Whether it was about him or something else that was bothering her, Scaramouche couldn't say.

"I just cannot figure out why she requested to see you." It was obvious Yae Miko wasn't referring the Ei. The clear distain in her voice would never had been voiced towards Ei. He knew first hand how deep her loyalty to the eldest imperial sister goes.

"Well... actually I can imagine one reason but she wouldn't do something as brazen - as disrespectful - as that." She, essentially, spat the word out.

It was obvious that she wasn't talking to Scaramouche nor was she expecting an answer. He knew that she felt comfortable talking freely because he wouldn't be able to tell anyone what he had heard.

He was unsure who she was talking about. There had been whispers in the halls about a guest who was visiting. However, it wasn't hard to tell that whoever this mystery person was, they were not on good terms with Ei. He can't imagine why such tensions would be running rampant. As far as he knew, there was no one who stood as an actual threat to Ei.

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In front of him the servants hand hesitated. He could see their hand shake and the dampness on their palms. As the door was finally push open, Scaramouche eyes squeezed shut as a gust of air hit him and his hands unconsciously clenched at his clothing. The tension was basically seeping out of the room and he couldn't imagine how much worse it would be in the room.

As he stepped into the room, he noted how even some of Ei council women were wearing fearful and hesitant looks. Ei stood out in her noticeable purple clothing and the crown on her head. She was showing off her power. Ei rarely wore the golden crown unless she wanted to emphasize her position or intimidate someone in submission - something he experienced first hand.

He couldn't see the person opposite of Ei, but even the sitting arrangement was meant to infer the superiority of Ei and the inferiority of the other person. There were not many people. At Ei's side stood Yae Miko. Along the walls were Ei's best soldiers. He recognized a few of them and immediately diverted his attention away from them. He situated himself, moving as if to shake off invisible hands gripping his body.

He then noticed a few unfamiliar faces. There were two women, one with long light blue hair that was tied back and she was wearing a black outfit with a golden cape. However, his eyes were easily drawn to the large claymore strapped to her side. The other women has similar white-blue hair but was much shorter and had a hair pin pulling back her bangs. She also wore lighter, more feminine clothes. At her side, a smaller sword rested. The third figure caused scaramouche's eyes to widen. It wasn't another female but rather a male. He was fairly tall and even under his clothes, Scaramouche could tell he was well-built. What was the most odd, wasn't the polearm at his side or the fact that he was wearing conservative and what looked like protective clothing but that he wasn't kneeling in the room.

As Scaramouche was ushered into the room, he followed through with the proper procedure. He formally greeted Ei, bowed to her and wait for her to acknowledge him so that he may once more stand up. He could feel eyes on him. He was used to Ei's and her guards eyes but this time he could feel the scrutiny of the guests. He didn't even have to face them to know they were assessing him, looking him over head to toe. It was stifling. He felt like the air was getting thinner around him as he felt eyes on him from every angle.

Scaramouche was expecting to be dismissed not soon after but to his surprise he was dragged from his position on the floor to next to Ei's chair. He didn't resist as hands on his shoulders forced him to kneel down on the marble ground. The chill of the cold floor against his skin left goosebumps forming.

It was silent. No one seemed to want to make the first move.

"I suppose congratulations are in order." Ei broke the silence in the room. Her voice nonchalant as she ran the tip of her thumb over a dagger she had resting on her lap.

Scaramouche felt he could read Ei quite easily - he could read most women without any problems. A habit he long ago picked up in order to ensure his own safety.

Ei was on guard, that much was obvious. But there was still a amusement in her tone as she stared at the women sitting across from her. As well as not to subtly hidden mockery. When it came to the stranger, Scaramouche wasn't able to read her at all. It was unnerving. He could tell everyone else in the room felt the same - well except for Yae Miko and the people that the stranger brought with her.

"Come now," Ei didn't give an time for the guest to speak.

"Don't be so shocked," Ei shrugged gently. Her eyes dropping to the dagger in her hand. "Signoria's downfall spread far and wide. I'd be hard pressed to find anyone who didn't hear about it. Especially considering the fact that the one who killed her was her own sister - back from the dead with a vengeance." Her words were sharp even under the relaxed tone. Multiple of the guards flinched and some seemed to curl into themselves. No doubt wishing to be anywhere except in this room. Scaramouche shared the sentiment.

The stranger didn't reply for a long while. Scaramouche guessed she was staring at Ei but it was hard to tell. Finally the stranger let out a sigh and shook her head.

"You misunderstand,"

Her voice was much softer, Scaramouche noted. She was straight to the point and firm but there was no underly cruelty or superiority to it. However, he wouldn't go so far as to call her tone kind. There was no kindness in her voice or her body language.

"I didn't come for congratulations." Scaramouche watched as the woman relaxed back against the seat.

"Oh?" Ei quirked an eyebrow. "Then why come here? Thought because you defeated our sister's pathetic attempts of a war, you'd be strong enough to fight me?"

Scaramouche watched as the stranger yet again shook her head. Not really one for words, he thought.

"I didn't come for a fight. There is no reason to anyways." The implications in your tone were not lost on Ei. Even if you were half way across the world, the crown is yours by blood right. However, Ei knows that even if you stood in front of every kingdom and pronounced your right to the crown, very few would be willing to follow you as you are right now. However, that doesn't mean things can change in the future.

"So you've traveled all this way for what? To gloat?" A small smirk formed on Ei's lips. "Or is it for petty childish revenge." Ei shrugged, like she couldn't give a damn. "We were all kids then, there is no use to clinging to past actions."

You suppresses a sound of indignation. You were five years old when she was fifteen. You both knew that Ei was well aware of the actions she took towards you. You can feel the scars on your hands and legs ache and sting as you remember how you got them. You remember watching through your tear filled vision, Ei hiding her amusement behind a carefully placed fan to hide her laughter.

"The past is in the past for a reason." Ei spoke and Scaramouche watched as her eyes narrowed at the woman across from her.

"If you would let me speak," the stranger cleared their throat and there was a subtle shift in the air. No one spoke to Ei like that. Not unless they were signing a death sentence. "I can tell you why I traveled all this way."

Ei stilled. Her hand drop the dagger to his lap. "Then why did you?"

"Simple," the stranger shrugged. "A truce."

"… Truce?" This was the first time Scaramouche ever saw Ei stunned.

Ei let out a bark of laughter. "And here I thought you might have been able to grasp some semblance of intelligence. Seems your father's lessons didn't stick as well as he had hoped."

There was a scrap against the ground. The sound of metal scratching at the marble, leaving a distinct mark on the ground. It wasn't the stranger who moved, it was the male standing next to her. Scaramouche watched as his grip tightened around the length of his polearm, digging it into the floor, the marble cracking due to the pressure. There was a slight tremble in his body but Scaramouche highly doubted it was due to fear.

No, it was anger being suppressed; Scaramouche knows better than anyone what that feels like.

Scaramouche's eyes darted back towards the woman who didn't so much as shift her weight at Ei's words.

"Let me ask you this," The stranger held a hand up and Scaramouche watched as the previously tense male was quickly placated. "How are you going to feed your people, stop the diseases running rampant in the villages on the boarders of your lands. Whether or not you care about them is of no concern to me. But, you go to war over the littlest thing - it is what you're best at - you think you can support an army with how little care goes to anyone who isn't at the head of your army or council?"

"You're here to offer me advice?" Ei's voice tightened, her body straightening in her seat.

A small, breathy laugh left the stranger. "No. I'm simply stating facts. I have no desire to go to war against anyone anytime soon - even more so with someone as… experienced as you. And let's face it. I'm of no threat to you, nor do I plan to be - "

" - you expect me to believe that?" Ei cut the stranger off.

"Still," you didn't even seem to care that Ei spoke. "You have a strong army. Strong generals. Strong abilities. There is no doubt about that. But you lack medicine. You lack food and agriculture for your people. I can help with that."

"Get on with. What do you truly want. Protection?"

The stranger smiled, the corner of their lips quirking up as if they just heard something funny. "No. No protection. More of a safety precaution. I own Signoria's lands now which are right next to yours. We may not have seen each other for over a decade but I know how you work. I know that second I started putting my people there, you would make a move. I am asking that you don't. In return I will grant you the medicine you need, I have very skilled physicians and alchemists. I will also give the villages under you that are suffering a portion of crops and grains - at least until they can survive on their own."

Scaramouche tensed at the underhanded insults the stranger spoke to Ei. It didn't take a scholar to hear the shortcomings that were being pointed out about Ei's rule.

"So this is why you came? You move people to neighboring lands and only ask of me not to attack them in exchange for food and grains." Ei let out her own chuckle. "You expect me to believe that is all."

Ei wasn't going to agree. Scaramouche could tell. But other seems to realize this as well when some of Ei's court officials stepped forward, albeit very hesitantly, and whispered to her. A hushed conversation took place and Scaramouche focused on the stranger and the people next to her. None of you moved or so much as look perturbed. If anything, there was still a small smirk on the stranger's face as she watched the exchange.

Scaramouche silently went over everything you and Ei said and even he could see that you're offer was good - great even. You were basically asking for nothing in return. Just that Ei doesn't attack but its not like you were asking for army personnel, food, supplies, agriculture, or anything that he knows other nobles have asked of Ei.

A throat was cleared and the people around Ei disbursed back into their previous positions. "My council believes it would be worthwhile considering your offer." Ei's reluctance was apparent in her tone. "I will withhold attacking your lands as long as you abide by the rules given and our people and lands do not interact unless allowed."

"Seems fair."

The tension in the air was still oppressive, baring down on everyone there but there was also a subtle sigh of relief. Although, not from Ei, Yae Miko, or the stranger and her company.

The silence stretched on.

The stranger cleared her throat, her hands moving to rest on her knees as she leaned forward. "Truces are usually signified by the signing or giving of something. However, since I am the only one giving your kingdom something, I believe it is only fair that I am given something in return, in order to make sure that you keep your word. That is proper procedure, is it not?"

That wasn't really a question.

"I suppose that is only fair." Ei replied, her eyes scrutinizing the woman across from her. "Though it seems like you've already got an idea of what you want. Spit it out then."

A hum left the strangers voice and Scaramouche felt himself tense. He wasn't sure why but he could have swore that the stranger turned her attention to him. Even with her eyes covered, there came a heaviness with her gaze - an almost suffocating pressure fell onto his shoulders.

"What about him?" The stranger's voice dropped, any amusement she had previously held had quickly disappeared.

There was an outrage from Ei's side.

"How dare you!"

"The arrogance - "

"Should be killed for being so brazen."

The stranger looked completely calm. Not so much as shifting as spews of hate and anger was directed towards her. For a brief moment Scaramouche could have sworn the stranger was enjoying the reactions. The three individuals who came with the stranger didn't seem shocked at the proposition but Scaramouche watched as they tensed up, their hands coming to cling to their weapons and how they positioned themselves more defensively.

Ei remained deceptively silent.

You don't ask for a previous war-prize, not after someone has already claimed him like Ei did from his previous masters. Its undermining Ei. It was not so subtly showing your own superiority over Ei. If Scaramouche wasn't so focused on the uncomfortable clenching in his stomach and the burning sensation crawling painfully up his throat, he would have found this situation hilarious but because he was basically in the center of the sisters' tug-of-war, he felt like he was going to collapse.

Finally Ei raised a hand and the chatter and insults quieted down.

"You claim to be here to help," Ei spits out the word. "Yet you do something as bold as ask for my prize."

Scaramouche used to flinch when he was called a prize. It should have been a complement. The word synonymous with treasure, valued, and yet it is used to humiliate him and show that he belongs to someone and that that is his only worth.

"Please," the stranger make a small sound in the back of her throat. "We both know you have no use for him. If anything I would suspect that the only ones who do are your advisors and court officials."

Scaramouche chose to ignore the implication of your words. Despite the fact that he wanted to refute and say nothing like that ever happened. Sure, some people have let their hands linger on him but he's still clean and he took an uncomfortable amount of pride in that - though he'd never let anyone know. He knows that would change if this information got out.

"He's not your only war prize and he wont be the last. He's not even your most valued one."

Scaramouche was able to tell that you had collected a lot of intel on Ei. Ei seemed to also realize that the stranger wasn't the same kid she tortured all those years ago.

The stranger continued, "Is the loss of one man really worth the lives of all the people in your villages if they don't get the grains and food I promised?"

Scaramouche dug his nails into his palm, the sting of pain comforting him as he forced back the burning of tears behind his eyes. They weren't from sadness or even despair. He knows he doesn't have a choice. He never did and it is so frustrating to know his voice and opinions and feelings don't matter.

"…. Very well." Ei seemed to concede, her back leaning against her chair. There were soft sounds of protest but no one paid any mind to it.

Scaramouche doubts that Ei will leave this insult alone. She won't strike back today, or tomorrow, or even a year from now. But the day will come when Ei will make the stranger pay.

"He belongs to you." Ei motioned one of her hands towards Scaramouche and one of her guards came to where he was still kneeling on the floor and grabbed his arm, roughly tugging him onto his feet.

Scaramouche stumbled, his knees and feet numb from kneeling for almost twenty minutes. He felt pins and needles crawl up his legs as he was pushed forward and he sprawled back onto the floor. He could ignore the pinpricks of humiliation at his display but what he couldn't ignore was the way that one of the guards on the stranger's side move to offer him her hand. It was the more feminine woman, who had pins in her hair.

Scaramouche glared at it - at her and pushed himself off the floor without any help. He wanted to yell and tear his hair out as he saw the pity in the woman's eyes but she just moved back to the stranger's side, allowing him to get up on his own.

"I think this conversation is over," the stranger broke the silence as she moved to stand up from her chair. She was taller than Scaramouche expected. The top of his head reached about her chin.

"Agreed," Ei stood up as well. Neither of them made any move to shake hands. "I'll be keeping an eye out for your promised materials."

The stranger just hummed. She took a step closer to Scaramouche and he forced his body not to move. The air around her felt different in a way he couldn't explain. It felt like air he was breathing in was scorching his lungs. She stepped about a foot away from Scaramouche and lifted one hand up. He squeezed his eyes shut on instinct, expecting something cruel but to his surprise all he felt was a slight warmth around his neck.

His eyes shot open and one of his hands lifted to his neck unconsciously. He felt a slight sting of heat against the skin of his neck but then when he pulled his hand away from his neck, he saw something dark and ashy in his hands. It was dust. The collar around his neck was no longer constricting him. It was in his hand and on the floor as the stranger disintegrated it in front of everyone.

He stared at the stranger with wide-eyes.

The stranger didn't offer him any words or do anything else. Instead she just turned her back and started to walk out the door. The male at her side followed her but the two guards the stranger brought with her waited and motioned for him to follow the stranger. It was only after he hesitantly took one step and then another until he was basically scurrying out of the room that the two women followed.

#genshin au #consort au #empress au #genshin impact #genshin x reader #c:empress #genshin impact x reader #c:scaramouche #c:zhongli #c:ayaka #c:eula #c:ei #c:yae miko #sub!scaramouche #genshin impact x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche headcanon

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woncherie · 1 year

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hello <33 finally posting part 3. i hope you guys like it!! small reminder that im not a native english speaker i hope i didnt do too many mistakes..

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!reader, no pronouns used, bully!scara, bullying, sub!scara, reader makes him a sub lol, nsfw, mentions of alcohol and drugs, finger sucking, spit play, thigh riding, degradation, blackmail, rimming, pegging, pictures are taken, usage of ma'am a few times, he sucks our dick!! light spanking (please tell me if I missed something)

wc: 4.9k

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

lab reports were handed in in time, protocols werent your problem anymore and you got good grades on papers that you didnt even take a look at. things really changed after the party a few months ago.

you didnt get thrown at with food anymore, no one was there to trip you, your property wasnt destroyed anymore. its as if he completely forgot about your existence. at this point you dont even know if he remembers your face anymore, you havent seen your favourite bully in weeks other than on hallways, but even there he was very quick to choose another path to not see your face.

its been a month since the incidence in the library, and nothing else happened between you. how could anything have happened? he doesnt even look at you anymore.

at first you enjoyed your peace. people started talking to you more, you went to more partys and hangouts and met new people, but after two weeks of silence from scaramouche, you started getting a bit tense too.

you didnt expect him to actually leave you alone. you thought he would be putting up more of a fight than just puss out like a small kid, and no matter how hard it was to admit.. you kinda missed him.

at one point you got so annoyed with his behaviour that you even tried to meet him yourself, bumping into him in the hallway to start a conversation, but all he did was apologize half-assed and then go back on his way, not even taking a glimpse of your face or outfit (which he used to love to make fun of).

you were fed up with him. you cannot believe that after everything that happened between the two of you he can just act like nothing happened, going on with his life without even thinking about you. him ignoring you made you even more mad than when he gave you too much attention.

it was hard to admit, but the indigo haired man never left your thoughts. it wasnt like you two actively talked before, but now all you did was wonder. about him, about how his day was, what he did, how he is feeling.

the irritation was written all over your face, and all that albedo could do was watch from the sidelines. you still didnt tell him what happened, at this point you were so far into this shit you dont even know how to explain anything.

"is everything alright?" he said after a few days, laying on his tummy on the floor of your apartment, your organic chemistry book in front of him, but instead of studying he just put his head on it, using it as a pillow.

"what should be wrong?" you mumbled, scrolling through instagram right next to him on your carpet. your head was at his feet and his at yours, taking a look over to him when he spoke up.

you two ordered some take out and waited impatiently on the delivery before going back to studying. exams were getting closer again.

"you seem to be lost in thoughts the past few three weeks. is everything right between scaramouche and you?" he asked while checking the time on his watch.

"yeah, what should be wr- wait what." your heart dropped for a second and you threw your phone away, sitting up straight. "how did you-" you started.

"oh c'mon." he answered and rolled his eyes. "respect my intelligence. it doesnt take a genius to understand that at least something happened between the two of you."

you looked at him with wide eyes, shame and guilt being written all over your face. "how..??"

"just look at you two and how you act around each other. you two are practically undressing each other with your eyes during the lectures."

you hid your face in the palm of your hands, embarrassed at the whole situation. "i am so so sorry. i shouldve told you." you apologized. "i was just.. scared about your reaction?"

"you should be." he returned, sitting up slowly before looking at you. "i have a lot of things to say about that special relationship. but maybe you should explain what happened before." he gave you the opportunity to explain.

you threw yourself at albedo and hugged him tightly. "oh my god, i need to tell you so much that happened. ok so remember ittos party.."

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scaramouche was currently laying in bed, another random women naked next to him. he tried everything, he tried everything, to forget you.

your ugly face followed him in his darkest dreams, your annoying character was running around in his head all the time, and he even caught himself daydreaming about the two of you every once in a while. all the time.

but absolutely nothing was helping him. he thought maybe he just needed to get laid again, to have any random chick pleasure him for the night and he would get back to be his old self, that he was just thinking with his dick the past few weeks, but no. even after sleeping with multiple women who werent even good to begin with, he couldnt get you out of his head.

he was frustrated, so fucking annoyed, that he let it out on everyone who is somewhat close to him. his friends were trying to figure out what or who made him so miserable, but he doesnt talk to anyone of them.

instead of approaching you and talking it out he decided it would be the better idea to just party, smoke and drink his feelings away. after a few days he would forget you and what happened. but thats what he told himself for weeks now.

the women next to him came closer, trying to touch his chest, but he just hissed at her. "do me a favour and fuck off." he didnt even know her name. he didnt care enough to ask. he couldnt even describe what she looked like.

"h..huh?" he heard her gasp next to him, feeling a bit betrayed by his behaviour right now. "did i do someth-"

"fuck off i said." he groaned, using his arm to place it over his eyes. he just hoped that she would leave as quickly as she came, letting him pity himself in peace without anyone chewing his ear off or them expecting that he cares about them.

he didnt care about anyone of them, fuck, he doesnt even know their names, the only name in his head was yours. and he was sick of it.

the girl stood up and grabbed her clothes, leaving the room as she put them on again, and scaramouche let out a deep groan when he heard the front door closing. fucking finally.

he turned around in his bed, laying on his stomach and checking his phone. he was hoping that maybe you would text him again, but you didnt.

he took his pillow and threw it over his head, trying to burry himself in his bed, trying to burry these feelings.

what were you doing right now? were you together with your ugly blonde friend again?

just thinking about albedo makes him wanna throw a few punches around the room. he never cared about that nerd anyway, his victim always being you, but right now? he's exploding just thinking that you spend your precious time with albedo than rather messaging him, or talking to him.

what did you even see in him? he's fucking boring, head constantly hiding between a few books. he probably doesnt even have a personality to begin with.

were you sleeping with him?

after all the things you did to scaramouche, he wouldnt be doubting that you maybe also fucked around with your best friend. the thought of it made him jump out of his bed, throwing his pillow against a wall before heading to the shower.

he was so lovesick, he couldnt even admit how jealous he was. fuck, he misses you. he misses you so much that he set his mind to visit you after showering, even though he tried his best to ignore you. he couldnt do that anymore.

☆

you were laying on your bed, your books and tablet scattered around you. you tried to concentrate on your studies, on how you felt before you started to fuck around with scaramouche, but you only sighed frustratedly. albedo was right. this was all a big mistake.

albedo left some hours ago, giving you some space for yourself to think about the whole situation, but you instead chose to study and ignore the aching pain in your chest.

albedo gave you a whole lecture on how stupid you were, on how you're gonna get your feelings hurt and mind destroyed by scaramouche, and you knew he was right, you really did, but you couldnt help but feel the way you feel right now.

your train of thoughts got interrupted as someone started banging against your door furiously, and you stood up in surprise and hurried to the door, not checking who it was before opening it.

in front of you stood your favourite indigo eyed man, hair messy and very obviously annoyed and irritated. he didnt even ask or say anything, just pushed you away to enter your apartment.

you were surprised to see him here, after ignoring you for weeks and getting out of your way on purpose when it always used to be the other way around.

"i fucking hate you!" he shouted in your face, pacing around in your apartment, trying to find any words.

"chill out for a second, handsome, how did you find my address?" you asked him, closing the door behind him after scaramouche entered your comfy 25 m².

he just rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "ask me something more difficult next time." he quoted his old text messages.

"the fuck you want here anyway?" you answered him annoyed but also somewhat adrenalized. this is the first time you talked again after like 2 weeks? 3 weeks? you couldnt even remember yourself.

"you! i fucking hate you." he yelled again, coming closer to you before using his arms to push you around a bit, getting physical with you. you stumbled a few steps back but caught yourself in time before landing on your ass.

"you just show up in my life and turn everything around without even thinking about me!" he cried out, his own hands finding its way in his hands and pulling on his own hair. "the past few weeks i tried everything to forget you, to forget the way you make me feel, but.. i just cant."

you raised your eyebrows in shock, not expecting a confession like this when he first entered your home furiously. "what do you mean?"

"FUCK. i mean that i cant stop thinking about you. i cant stop thinking about how you touch me. you ruined me for everyone else. no one compares to how you make me feel, and i hate you so much for this." he paced around your small room again, his eyes moving around from you to the floor and to you again, arms moving around everywhere.

he was stressed as hell, and he didnt know why he was here, in front of you, digging his own grave, but there he is, embarrassing himself to his bones.

and all you did was stand in front of him, looking at him with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing like a fish, trying to find fitting words. you couldnt explain how you were feeling right now, you just knew that you were incredibly happy and relieved.

"say something." scaramouche nearly begged, being frustrated with the whole situation.

he wanted things to go back to normal, to have you under him, doing anything he says without being told twice, to do all uni work and still humiliate you for funsies.

but thinking about going back to that time also hurt him, thinking about how you wouldnt talk to him more than you needed to is something he didnt want.

you slowly stepped up to him again, definitely getting closer to him and his personal space than anyone else dares to do, and you use your finger to lift his chin up, looking at him mockingly.

"now was that so hard to say?" you looked down in him. his face turned red again, trying to ignore your wandering eyes on his face, looking on the floor, eyelashes already a bit wet from shame and embarrassment.

"look at me when im talking to you." you demanded, squishing his cheeks between your fingers again and he looked up to you, breath stammering and gulping.

"is this what you want?" you raised one eyebrow mockingly, the grin on your face getting bigger and bigger.

scaramouche became frustrated with your behaviour again, too embarrassed to admit that yes, he needed this.

instead of answering, he pushed you back again, but followed you, shoving you on your own bed.

your back was pressed to the mattress and scaramouche sat down in your lap, leaning forwards before he pressed his lips on yours aggressively.

you were surprised at how eager he was, but no way would you let him lead and dominate you. this is your job.

you threw off all the books and your tablet from the bed with your arm in one swift motion, and then grabbing scaramouches waist as you change position, rolling on top of him while he is laying underneath you.

he didnt let go of the kiss, of you, his arms wrapped around your neck while your hands press down on the mattress beside each side of his head.

he let out some soft sighs and pants throughout the kiss, occasionally letting out a gasp or muffled moan.

you took the opportunity of you being on top, pressing your ass on his dick and making him moan more often now.

his hands wandered from your neck into your hair, pulling on them desperately as you suck on his tongue. god damn it, he felt fucking amazing.

you started undressing him slowly, breaking the kiss to remove his shirt, your lips on his right afterwards again before he could even take in a breath.

you didnt care though. you waited so long for him, you want to break him apart now.

you started kissing from his lips down to his jaw and neck, giving him bites and hickies all over that area. "you've been waiting for this for quite some time now, havent you?" you teased him, rocking your hips on his as you gave his collarbone special attention.

"fuck.. fuck yes." he groaned out, trying to grab your hips but you grabbed his hands immediately, pressing them down above his head.

"dont even think about this." you threaten him, and he looks at you with wide eyes. "i will not be touching you if you dont listen to me. understood?" scaramouches eyes widen in surprise, ready to whine out. he cant have you leaving him hanging once again, he needs you more than anyone else right now, so all he did was nod and look into your eyes.

"use your words." you demanded.

"y..yes."

"is that all?" you asked in a harsh tone, making him feel so much smaller than he actually is underneath you. his face got a soft pink blush around his nose and he looked away, everywhere else but in your face right now. "yes.. m..ma'am."

you could feel your pussy clench at the way he looked so embarrassed as he called you this name. you lived for embarrassing him.

"good boy." you answered and you could feel his dick twitch right through the shorts you were wearing.

you started kissing his body again, this time taking your time at his chest as you felt it heaving so cutely for you. "id love to fuck these tits." you grinned, looking up to him and seeing him hide his face inside the crook of his arm. "maybe next time."

his heart stopped beating for a second before it sped up in pace right afterwards. next time?

but before he could ask anything, you stood up from his lap, grabbing his waist once again before turning him around and pulling his pants down in one swift motion.

"H..HUH?" he asked surprised, looking back to you and seeing you eyeing his ass again. just thinking about what happened last time made his dick throb in his underwear, already being stained by precum anyway.

you were very happy with how things were right now, scaramouche underneath you and submissive, letting you use his body to your liking.

"ever got your ass pegged?" you looked up to him with a big grin, visibly ecstatic before pulling his boxers down too and touching his butt.

"n..no why the fuck should-?" but before he could finish his sentence you sinked your sharp teeth into his ass, biting him until there was evidence of your teeth on his butt.

he let out a small scream and let his head fall back into his neck, eyes closed in pleasure and pain. "i fucking hate you." he then said and you only giggled silently.

you stood up from his legs, grabbing into your nightstand to pull out your pretty pink dildo and scaramouches eyes widened in shock and lust, jumping up immediately.

"aint no way this gonna fit.." he mumbles.

"dont worry. ill make it fit." you returned, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to your face again, pressing your lips on his harshly.

he opened his mouth instantly, welcoming your tongue in his mouth. fuck, he really cant resist your touch.

he leaned into the kiss and let out a small moan when your fingers graced his dick, playing with the tip and using his precum to make him wetter.

you let go off his lips and his dick and he let out a whine. he waited so long for this, dont stop now.

but instead of kissing him again, you leaned a bit back and pressed he colorful dildo on his lips, and he looked at you, slightly confused.

"what are you-?" he started, but you already pushed the tip of the sex toy into his mouth.

"sadly i didnt prepare any lube.. guess your spit has to make it wet now."

seeing scaramouche choke on the dildo made your heart swell in pride and joy, he really looked majestic like that. he grabbed your hand quickly, scared that you might shove it down his throat completely.

his heart was beating faster, scared of messing up. it was the first time of him sucking on a cock, he didnt want to look like a fool, he didnt want to disappoint you.

he tried to relax his throat to take the toy more in, sucking on it and looking at you through his lashes. inch for inch he took more in, putting on a small show for you.

you couldnt help but gasp a bit, pussy wet and aching for him. but you had to hold back, this was about him and his pleasure now.

"see, so you can be a good boy for me without throwing a tantrum. no need to be so bratty all the time.~" you teased him and he tried to look at you angrily, the toy in his mouth ruining it a bit for him.

you were still in your clothes which bothered both you and him, so you let go of the dildo in your hand, but scaramouche held it firmly anyway.

you quickly got rid of your shirt and shorts, sitting in front of him in your underwear while he was completely naked. when scaramouche saw your body in front of him, so close, he let go of the sex toy in his mouth and instead stared at you, biting his lip, trying to hide the faint blush on his face. he thought that you looked stunning.

you took the dildo out of his hand and kissed him again, pressing him onto his back while he leaned into the kiss, hands grabbing into your hair.

while kissing him you grabbed into your nightstand again, this time pulling out a bottle of lube.

scaramouche opened his eyes at the noise and let go of you when he saw the bottle. "wait what?? didnt you say you dont have any?" he bickered around and you laughed silently. "of course i have lube. i just wanted to see you suck on my dick." you teased him once again.

"you fucking bitch." he returned, visibly angry and embarrassed again, hiding half his face with his hand.

"oh c'mon, you looked really stunning. the show you put on made me nearly loose my control." you said as you kissed his jaw and neck downwards to his chest and tummy, getting dangerously close to his dick, which was still standing and throbbing regularly.

"cute. how can you satisfy anyone with this small cute dick?" you bullied him and he turned his face away in shame. "fuck off." was all he said, ready to shove his foot up your face but you only giggled and pressed a kiss on the inside of his tender thigh.

you heard him let out a small whimper, back finally relaxing against your pillows as he closed his eyes. you just smiled against his thigh and pressed down a few more kisses on them before taking the bottle of lube, opening it and using it on your fingers.

you grabbed the insides of scaramouches knees and pressed them up to his hands, signaling him to hold them.

it was embarrassing for him, but he didnt care anymore. he just wanted you on top of him, destroying him completely, so he held his legs and spread them, being completely naked and open for you. "good boy.." you mumbled as your fingers started rubbing on his anus, making him shudder at the cold feeling.

"we need a safeword." you said, looking up to his face and he opened his eyes in frustration. he thought you would finally fuck him properly.

"safeword?"

"yeah.. in case you dont like it anymore." you explained it.

"i know what a safeword is you dumb fuck." he said angrily, and you gave him a slap on his dick, making him moan out in pain and pleasure, arching his back and shoving his butt closer to you.

"dont get too comfy now." you said, and he looked at you apologetically.

"fuck just choose anything! i dont care."

you took his dick into your hand, stroking him a few times and watching him mewl in pleasure.

"coconut?" you asked.

"y..yeah yeah whatever" he said, enjoying the pleasure that you were giving him right now.

you took your lube smeared fingers and slowly inserted one inside of him while watching his face and facial features.

his eyelids fluttered and he bit his lip, grabbing the bedsheets as he tried to get used to the unknown feeling. you didnt move your finger yet, waiting for his consent.

he slowly opened his eyes and gave you a nod, signaling you to move your finger, so you did. you kissed him on the lips again, trying to make him ignore the initial pain in his butt.

he wrapped his arms around your body again, kissing you a bit sloppily as he moans into the kiss, moving back onto your fingers.

after a few minutes you heard him mumble against your lips. "m..more" he said before pressing his lips on yours again. you took the invitation to slowly insert a second finger into him and you felt him flinch and whimper against your lips. you let go off the kiss too look at him, but he pulled you back down again, not wanting to let go of the kiss.

you moved your fingers and he whimpered against your lips, biting down on your underlip. man, you really wanted to ravish him, but you had to hold yourself back a little more, for him.

you started scissoring your fingers and scaramouche started enjoying it a bit more, all kinds of moans and groans leaving his mouth. "f..fuck this feels so.." he started, but got lost in pleasure, losing his train of thought once again.

after a few more seconds you pulled out of him, making him shudder underneath you, opening his eyes slightly to look at you. "just do it now." he started bothering you again and you gave him a slap on his thigh. "shut up."

you grabbed underneath the bed and pulled out your strap on, making his face heat up slightly, but you only smiled at his reaction and put it on.

you’d never ever felt this way around anyone before - you could feel your panties growing more soaked by the second from anticipation. but it really wasnt about you right now, it was about him.

scaramouche really didnt expect to be fucked senseless when he made his way over to your home, and yet, his mouth was dry and his face was hot with embarrassment? fear? neediness? he didnt know. all he knew was that he wanted this feeling gone and your body on top of him.

scaramouche sighed happily when he felt the toy slowly, very slowly gliding into him, head falling back as he winced at the initial pain. you paused for a moment, letting him get used to the feeling.

after a few seconds he nodded again, signaling you to push in deeper. he groaned as you pushed in further, the size of you causing a burning sensation, even despite the lube and preparation earlier.

you pressed light kisses around his forehead, cheeks, jaw, neck, trying to calm him down.

he breathed heavily as you pushed in more, more, more, filling him up deliciously before bottoming out inside of him. scaramouche felt like his whole skin was burning hot, tears pricking in his eyes as he grabbed your arms, pulling you down to him and pressing your body on his as he wrapped his arms around your body.

you pushed your hips back towards his, rolling your hips in a slow pace as his body twitched underneath you.

"fu.. fuck i hate you so much." he reminded you again and you laughed in a low tone, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. "want me to stop?" you asked and he locked his legs behind your back, taking up your space to move away.

"no!!" he gasped as you continued to pound into him, head thrown back into the pillows as moans, grunts, your name and even a few ma'ams leave his lips continuously. a very visible bulge appearing on his stomach made him gasp out, tears leaving his eyes and smearing all over his face. "dont stop, fuck, please dont stop.." he moaned out loudly.

"i should stop." you continued to tease him. "after all these months of you destroying my life, it really should be fair if i leave you hanging." you grabbed the inside of his knees, pressing them to his chest and putting him into a mating press. "you deserve this."

scaramouches mouth was left open, tongue hanging out and drool leaving his mouth. he was completely gone, trying his hardest to concentrate on what to say. "s..so-sorry. im so sorry fuck im sorry" he slurred out, trying his hardest to not come too quickly.

"is this how your mother taught you to apologize?" you grunted, slapping his thigh and ass hard, making him mewl out.

"fuuck I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I shouldn't have put through you all tha-fuckk." he moaned out, looking down to where your and his body connected.

"I will stop I will stop I promise I won't bother you anymore just please..make me cum." hearing him choke on his own words made your chest fill with pride. you finally broke him.

his hands tried to hold anything of you, grabbing your bra that you still wore and opening it, throwing it away, his eyes all over your chest now, watching the way they bounce while you fuck him hard.

he was fucked out and you barely even started, using his body as a mere fleshlight for your toy, teeth gritting as he felt a familiar sensation build up in his stomach as the toy continuously pushed against his prostate, making him see stars through the tears in his eyes.

"cu- cumming. fuck im so closesoclosesoclose" he slurred out, completely drunk on pleasure.

"eyes on me." you demanded, and he looked up from your chest to your eyes. "want you to look at me as you come." you continued, and scaramouches heart skipped a beat. fuck. you really wrapped him around your finger.

you took your hand and grabbed his penis, playing and stroking him a bit to increase the pleasure, sending him off the edge as he came all over his body and your hand. you took a few seconds to fuck him through his orgasm before slowly standing still, only both of your heavy breathings heard in the apartment.

you smeared the cum that was left on your hand on his chest and stomach, painting him full with it as you teased him again, his body still shaking and spasming underneath you.

"fuck, i could do this all day." you said and he bit his lips at the thought of that.

"not gonna take any pictures this time?" he asked and you grabbed the polaroid camera on your nightstand.

"oh you bet i will."

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HELLOO <33 this is gonna be the last part i dont think i have much to add to the story anymore.. i hope you all enjoyed it and thank you so much for hyping me up the past 2 weeks <3 it really meant a lot, you guys made my days and nights.

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【★】 cws: none! sub!scara, gn reader but described as afab. slight dacryphilia igl

【☆】 the spacing looks kinda wonky augh, anyway! it's my first time actually writing something serious, so enjoy!

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Why does it have to be me?

You mentally curse Aether while taking another step forward. After all the adventures you two shared, he bailed out when Nahida asked him to accompany The Wanderer on his little solo mission. Not only that, but he also suggested your name, something along the lines of “(name) seems to be more fitting for this job than me”. They didn't even give you a notice. The news of your impromptu trip came at the last second, leaving you with only a few hours to prepare, both mentally and physically.

You’re momentarily dragged out of your thoughts as you feel your foot slip, quickly putting your hands forward and catching yourself. It takes you a second to compose yourself and keep on hiking, while your companion just looks at you with an expression of irritation and floats by you.

He insisted on taking a shortcut, cutting right through deep vegetation and saving up time. That is if you can fly. Now, he stands on top of the hill, looking down on you as you stagger to keep up.

Slowly sinking back into your thoughts, you wonder… maybe Aether saw right through your annoyed façade, scowling every time you were faced with Kunikuzushi. Sure, he was rude and sometimes unbearable- but he had such a pretty face. And pretty eyes. And soft lips.

His hair also looked so soft, you wonder how it would feel to run your hand through it, slowly combing it. Maybe even pulling and tugging on it- alas, thinking of him, your thoughts always sway in a different direction.

The wanderer folds his arms over his chest. “This place seems adequate for resting. If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve already arrived at the destination. Fragile humans, always needing to rest after even a small effort.” Another not-so-subtle quip aimed at you. You stopped listening as soon as he started listing the other ways you “slowed him down”, focusing on setting up camp instead. You wished he could just shut up. Forever. But his voice sounds so heavenly, if only he wasn’t such a pain in the ass.

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes fall on your back, following your movements.

He can’t help it, really.

He’s always found himself strangely attracted to you. His gaze follows your hands as they pull and tug while setting up the tent, silently wishing they could do the same to him. He still doesn’t want to admit it to himself, but he was relieved when he found out Nahida choose you to accompany him. Even during previous interactions he has always secretly hoped to have your attention on him, throwing insults at you, enjoying every single glare you throw at him.

The thought of liking someone, especially if that someone is you , irks him. He has never needed anyone. Getting close to people (to humans, no less), is just asking to get betrayed again. He has seen it over and over again, relationships falling apart over the stupidest reasons, cheating and lies and whatnot. The aftermath is even more pathetic, fake sympathy when both parties are on “good terms” or the sadness of a heartbreak.

Despite finding himself starting over, leaving his life as The Balladeer behind, old habits die hard.

So he finds himself in an internal conflict between wanting you and hating you. The latter more often.

The sound of the tent opening grabs his attention- “are you coming inside or not?” you say, your head poking outside while holding the zipper down. Sighing, he takes off his hat and sits down next to you, crossed legs and staring off in the distance. He hates how soft your voice sounds when you’re not busy arguing with him. Soft breaths and defeated sighs as you pull the blanket over you both, covering his legs.

Once again, he finds his gaze falling on you, your back is facing him and your chest is heaving up and down as you breathe. He has half a mind to reach out and touch your hair, but he holds back, you’re still awake. Maybe he could wait until you fall asleep to silently satiate his wish, but the fear of getting caught is stronger. So he sinks under the blankets and settles for simply watching you sleep.

The Wanderer stirs awake, breathing softly as his eyes try to focus.

No light filters through the tent, assuming it’s still nighttime, he lays his head back on the pillow, but when trying to roll on his back, he feels his arm catch on something. That’s when he takes notice of the warm sensation of your body against his. And his arm on your waist, holding you tightly. A bit too tightly, you slightly stir in your sleep and can feel you press against him while your back arches.

He feels himself stiffening, a warm sensation down there, taking notice of how his shorts feel too tight and the tent too small. He removes his arm from your hips and tries to pull the other one from under your back, but to his utter dismay you turn, now facing him, luckily still sleeping.

Not so luckily, your arm is draped on his chest and your leg rests in between his, dangerously close to his semi-hard cock.

Sighing in defeat, his free arm on his forehead covering his eyes, he tries to fall asleep once again.

He doesn’t really need to sleep, physically speaking he does not get tired. During his fatui days, he was used to spending weeks awake on missions. It’s more for his sanity, the calm of the night allows him to organize his thoughts while resting his body. And Nahida would nag him to no end if she found out he was, once again, not sleeping in order to finish his work for her faster.

Trying not to focus on how tightly you’re holding him (or how close your leg is to where he wants you the most) holding him hostage against you, he tries distracting himself, hoping his erection dies down with his will to fight your grip.

Being the first one to wake up, quickly taking conscience of your current position, you panic slightly. You’ve never been this close to him, not that he would let you, he had such an aversion for touch, always keeping his distance.

But right now, his visage is relaxed, his usual scowl nowhere in sight, he looks beautiful.

Slowly moving your arm you reach out for his hair, slowly tucking some loose strands behind his ear, just to get a better look at his face. His eyes are closed, with that red eyeliner of his perfectly contouring his eye shape. Your eyes fall lower, his lips, rosy pink and so inviting. Sitting up and removing yourself completely from him, pulling the blanket off yourself, you turn once again.

But you’re not granted the chance to admire him more, his eyes slowly flutter awake, locking on you.

“Morning,” you murmur, voice still a bit raspy.

He doesn’t spare you a single glance, as he sits up, putting his outer layers and hat on and exiting the tent.

Oh wow, his bad attitude starts in the morning? Deciding to pay him no mind, you quickly collect your belongings and put the tent away.

“Do I not deserve a “good morning?” he hears you say sarcastically.

But he’s not listening. His mind is busy replaying the events from last night, and now, your gentle hand as you moved his hair out of his face. He’s thankful he can stand impossibly still, but he wishes he could have seen your face in that moment. What was your expression? Were you looking at him with adoration or simple curiosity toward his mechanical body? So many questions in his mind, he doesn’t even hear your steps as you stand next to him.

“Are you ignoring me?” - he huffs, interrupting you “Do you ever stop talking? It’s early morning and I don’t feel like entertaining your useless chatter.”

Just what’s the deal with him now? He starts walking away from you quickly. It takes a minute to catch up, knowing he’s going to be extra bothersome today.

This time, you are walking on a clear path, one that is actually shown on the map (unlike his shortcut), but that does not mean it’s any safer. On the contrary, the road is full of fungi, which you had to take care of- courtesy of Kunikuzushi, who apparently prefers watching you struggle instead of helping.

Today was going to be a long day.

Hearing the cool drizzling of a nearby river, you both decide to stop for a quick break.

Dropping your bag under a tree you make your way to the riverside, cooling your hands in the water, then splashing some on your face, a relieving break from the heat.

As the splashing stops, you can see the reflection of Kunikuzushi staring back at you.

Quietly whispering “hi” to try and break the tension gets you no answer from him. So you sit in silence for a few minutes before you rise on your feet, facing him, your faces a bit too close for comfort. He was standing awfully close to you, almost banging your head on the edge of his hat, he still doesn’t say a word.

“what’s deal with you today?” your tone sounding a bit irritated. You could put up with the banter, that was the norm between you two, silence just sounds wrong.

He turns on his feet, trying to put distance between you, but you quickly grab his hand stopping him from leaving. Now he’s angry, “let me go.” he spat, trying to remove himself from your grip.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

“I said let me go!” He uses his other hand to try and free himself, sometimes you forget he’s not human, but his strong grip instantly reminds you. You’re sure that’s gonna leave a mark.

He yanks your arm with an unexpected amount of strength and you lose your balance, toppling forward into his chest, taking the both of you for a fall on the ground.

Flinching as you land on top of him, you look up at him and now he looks pissed. His hands hitch towards you, but you’re faster, pinning them at his sides.

“Get. Off. Me.” he growls.

“Just answer me first,” huffing and still holding his arms down. You’re sitting in between his legs, looking at him from above, his hair disheveled and his cheeks such a cute shade of red. He could free himself from your grip at any moment, but for some reason, he’s choosing to put up a false scenario of struggling to move your arms. He stills when he notices how intensely your eyes are boring through him, he feels himself shrinking under you.

“where did all the bark in you go? giving up already?” you taunt. you just had to ruin the moment. Slowly closing the gap between your bodies, you stare at him more intently, and he swears he saw your eyes flickering between his and his lips. You remove one hand from his arm and repeat the same motion as this morning, moving his hair out of his eyes and sliding them behind his ears.

He’s so beautiful even when he’s angry, you conclude.

But by his reaction, you guess you said that out loud too. He uses his, now free, arm to grab you by the collar of your shirt and drag you closer to his face, your chests now pressed together. He slams your faces together in an attempt to kiss you, it’s messy and it’s inexperienced, teeth clanking together and all. It’s cute.

Pulling away almost instantly you glare at him, “Is this why you’ve been so pissy all morning? You just wanted a kiss?” shifting from the current position to straddling his hips.

“No, that’s not it.” you say as you feel something poking your thigh, his face a darker shade of red, “you want more.”

He moves his hips, trying to get away from the pressure but accidentally ends up brushing his hard-on further on your thigh. “That’s not true.” he winces at his own tone, it sounded winded and not as angry as he wanted.

“Liar.” your hand slides down the side of his face, now gripping his chin forcing him to keep eye contact. “At least your body is honest.” you taunt with newfound confidence. “But if that’s what you reaaally want-” “No!” he interrupts you, stopping your movements before you could even begin lifting yourself off him. “No? so you do want me.”

He looks away again, too ashamed to keep eye contact with you. “Who would’ve known, this bratty personality of yours was just you being a whore all this time.” “N-no, I’m not…!” whatever fight he had left in him disappeared as you slowly grind your hips on his erection.

You lean forward “Just say it. Say it and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Need I remind you… y-you’re the one grinding on me like a whore?” he tries to regain some decency.

“How cute. ” you cut in before he can get another word in and reconnect your lips together, gentler this time. He instantly melts into it, his hand sneaking in your hair to push your faces together even further. He whimpers in the kiss when he feels you pressing harder on his dick. Oh, he was so cute to play with, you couldn’t wait to ruin him.

Moving your hand from his face, you drag your nails on his chest, making him gasp, taking advantage of that to shove your tongue in his mouth. He licks the inside of your mouth with a tinge of desperation, his fingers pushing your head harder. Biting his lips, you break away from the kiss, panting, and a trail of saliva connecting your mouths.

“Swallow.” you say, holding his mouth open as a glob of saliva rolls off your tongue and into his.

He winces slightly but does as you say. “Good boy,” and he prays you don’t feel him twitching in his pants at the nickname. But you do, and meet his gaze with a knowing smirk.

He feels your weight pulling off from him, a look of panic in his eyes thinking you were going to leave him there, but suddenly he feels himself getting dragged up and onto your lap.

Now above you, he feels a bit of control, but that’s short-lived, the moment he feels your lips on his neck he turns into putty in your hands. Biting and licking, leaving marks that he can’t cover. Your hands slide slower, on his sides and pulling on his bow until it comes undone. You give one harsh bite and he moans, his face now nuzzled between your neck and shoulder, trying to mask his noises. Cute.

With the bow now off, you have more access to his sides, dragging your hands on his skin-tight body suit. Your touch sends shivers down his sides, the body suit doing little to nothing to numb your touch, it’s like he’s not wearing anything.

Interrupting the assault on his neck, you look in between your bodies, at his shorts. There’s a little wet spot forming at the tip, and you can see it twitching. “Can I?” you ask, pulling him from his hair to make him look at you in the eyes. He nods quickly and fails to cover the moan that escapes him as you cup his bulge. He is uncharacteristically warm all over, but especially down there.

Tugging at the sides of his shorts, he gets the memo and lifts himself up, just enough for you to slide them mid-tight. As you pull his body suit to the side, freeing his erection, he is suddenly very aware of the fact that you are, in fact, still outside, just a few meters away from the main path.

But that thought quickly gets pushed to the back of his mind as he feels your hands on him. He shivers, your gentle fingers go over his slit, gathering pre cum and sliding it all over his shaft.

His arms drape around your neck as he hides his face on you again, slowly and not so subtly taking in your smell. He is so sensitive , feeling every movement of your soft hand as you slowly jerk him off.

“F-fuck, move faster,” he speaks, muffled and hushed near your ear.

“What’s the magic word?” you continue, agonizingly slow.

Really? You’re pulling this on him now?

“...Please?” he says, even more hushed now.

Satisfied for now, you speed up your movements, alternating between sliding your tight fist over his shaft to rubbing his tip. You hear him moaning and whimpering, all muffled by your shoulder. That simply won’t do.

Your hand comes off him, pushing his back to the ground. He looks at you confused, already missing your touch on him. But then you pull his shorts completely off, spreading his legs enough for you to shimmer in between them. Pushing himself up, he looks down at you. You grab his hands and slowly move them to your head.

Grabbing his legs and dragging him closer to you, you leave a trail of kisses along his tight, stopping to leave a few bites and sucking to leave a mark before moving on to the other one. Everywhere your mouth goes it's followed by a series of dark bruises and bite marks.

He shudders as you place one kiss on his tip, before licking the precum that’s leaking out. The grip on your head tightens as your tongue darts out giving small kitten licks.

Fed up by the teasing, he pushes you forward, managing to sink in half his length before you gag. You try to push back, but his grip holds you in place. You stare at him, angry eyes meeting his. Looking down at you, he smirks before pushing your head further, your nose touching his pelvis, effectively burying himself to the hilt.

His chest heaving heavily, your warm mouth engulfs him fully, and before he’s prepared he feels your mouth bobbing up and down his length, tongue swirling and licking a prominent vein on his cock.

“F-fuck, that’s good…” he moans, unable to muffle it as both his hands are busy on your head.

His stomach churls, watching as you work hard to get him off. He jolts when he feels you pinch the inside of his thigh, twitching in your mouth as he feels his climax approaching.

“ ‘m close…” he musters out in between moans, his grip tightening on your hair. His hips move forward, slowly at first, but he speeds up, now actively fucking your throat.

He doesn’t even notice you stopped moving your head, letting him use your mouth however he pleases.

“I’m gonna-... hah! F-fuck I’m gonna cum”, his moans are now just a series of hushed “ah’s” making your heart flutter. He’s so cute when he’s desperate.

You have half a mind to edge him and make him fight for his release, but you want to see him cum. You want to see how his face crunches in pleasure. You want to be the reason he finds himself breathless.

He thrusts in you one last time before releasing, thighs clenching around your head. Warm spurts of cum shoot down your throat as you struggle to swallow it all. He holds your head in place, no intent of letting go until he feels his body go limp.

He falls with his back laying on the ground with a soft thud. Taking your mouth off his softening cock you climb on top of his body, Kissing him, he grimaces at the bitter taste of his own release. Your hands still roaming his body, one pinching his nipples through the body suit while the other reaches down in between his legs.

“ hah… mh! wait, I just finished-” he whimpers while closing his legs on your hand.

“Who said I was done with you? I haven’t gotten my fill yet.” you free your hand, getting up and rucking your pants down, and you take off your underwear too.

Kunikuzushi’s eyes immediately fall down, staring at your leaking cunt. He wants it in his mouth. He wants to be inside you, he feels his cock twitch as it starts to harden once again.

You straddle his hips, this time, sitting on his dick, slowly grinding your core on it. His hands grab your waist, dragging you closer to himself, his face looks so soft, his lips so biteable. You kiss him once again, caressing one side of his face. His fingers dig into your hips with need, you can feel him now fully hard against your thigh.

He lets out a small gasp as you grab him in your palm, aligning him with your hole.

“w-wait…” he gets cut off as you slowly sink on him. His head falls back as he lets out a guttural moan, you feel heavenly. Your insides are warm and your walls flutter around him, sending shivers down his spine.

His face is crunched up, not in pain… he just looks like he’s concentrating really hard, with fingers still gripping your sides, he looks at you with lidded eyes.

Locking eyes with him, your hips move forward. It’s the smallest movement, but it sends his head spinning in pleasure, biting his lips and trying to hold back his moans. It’s when you start bouncing on him with a rhythm that he totally loses control. Moaning with no shame, his hands now have a messy grip on whatever they can hold of you.

He looks like a mess, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his eyes are unfocused and there’s a bit of drool on the side of his mouth. Your hand slowly moves to his neck, you’re aware he doesn’t need to breathe, but squeezing his throat gets a reaction out of him anyway.

“That’s right… only I can make you feel like this,” he moans, interrupting you. “Only I can make you feel this good. Got that?”, he nods, his eyes closed shut.

Leaning down to leave more marks on his neck, you hear him whimpering right in your ears. It only spurs you on, riding him faster while he squirms and writes under you.

He doesn’t speak this time, but you can tell he’s already close. You are too, his cute little noises only fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach.

Biting on his neck, he gasps, back arching off the ground while he holds you tighter than ever. You look at how his expression changes, eyes closed with tears prickling at the sides, and then you feel him twitch and a warm sensation flood your insides. It takes him a moment, his arms slide down your sides while he catches his breath. But the moment is short-lived, you start riding him again, his eyes shoot open as he grabs you trying to stop you.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you stop him, shoving two fingers in it. “Suck.” It’s an order, he swirls his tongue around them while sucking. He’s still so sensitive, having just finished. “mhhfm! I- ah- I can’t-” he tries speaking, but you shush him shoving your fingers in deeper making him gag.

Now tears are actively streaming down his face. God, he looks so ruined. Marks all over his neck and thighs, his body suit can partially cover some of them but the rest will be visible. He will be walking around Sumeru and everyone will know that he is yours. Only you can see him like this, only you can fuck him till he cries.

You slam harder on his cock, feeling his come from his previous orgasm leak down his shaft and onto his thighs. The noises coming from the both of you are obscene. Anyone passing by could hear you, the thought makes you clench on him. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you take your fingers out of his mouth and trap him in a kiss.

Your walls tighten around him, and moaning in his mouth you reach your climax.

Still breathing heavily, you grab his face turning it towards you, tears are still sliding down his face. You place a kiss on the corner of his eye, licking one tear away.

“You… made me swallow your spit,” he says between pants, after a minute of silence. His mind is no longer foggy, he cringes at how high his voice got when he was moaning just a few minutes ago.

“And you enjoyed it,” you say while pushing yourself up, you let his limp cock slip out of you. Leaving his lap to reach for your clothes, you can feel him boring holes in your back.

Does he want to say something…? You offer him a hand to pull him up, which he silently grabs. Pulling his shorts up and helping him redress, he looks at you with rosy cheeks and a slight pout. There are so many thoughts swirling in his head. What was it you said about him being yours…? Did you mean it? It irritated him how you seemed to move on so quickly after fucking his literal brains out.

“You know,” you begin talking, “you are much more submissive than I thought-”

“Fuck off! It’s all your fault. You make me feel all weird all the time.” he snaps back.

“Oh? Don’t tell me I'm giving you butterflies-” he slaps his hand on your mouth, “shut it.”

“and quit licking my hand it’s not gonna make me let go.”

He hears you mumble something and removes his hand. “Okay, okay. I’m not gonna make fun of you. But just so you know, I don’t do one night stands, you’re stuck with me now” You grab his face and drag it closer to you, and when he doesn’t fight back you bring your lips together once again. This one is soft, no longer spurred on by lust and need. When you break the kiss he looks at you with something akin to adoration in his eyes.

“you’re so cute. cute. cute. cute.” you repeat while peppering his whole face with kisses. He groans but lets you do as you please, a defeated look in his eyes as he hears you giggle while kissing him one final time on the lips.

While you keep nuzzling his neck, he looks up at the sky taking notice of how the sun has begun setting, sighing. He guesses Nahida will just have to wait more for her mission to get completed. But at least he has you now to keep him company.

Nahida would be happy to know he’s finally making connections with humans.

#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #sub scaramouche #sub!scaramouche #dog writes

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railleriee · 2 years

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Sub!Scaramouche

I've had extreme sub!scara brain rot recently so why not.

g/n reader <3

Warning: Explicit Content Below; Includes mentions of sexual behavior.

Sub!Scara, who's a total brat.

Sub!Scara, who refuses to make eye contact while you're going down on him.

Sub!Scara, who can't handle a second of overstimulation.

Sub!Scara, who's a whiny mess when it comes to soft degradation.

Sub!Scara, who dresses up in pretty little outfits to impress you.

Sub!Scara, who leaves traces of him along your home if he thinks you'd bring someone else home who isn't him.

Sub!Scara, who constantly wants to try new things in bed.

Sub!Scara, who distracts you from your work no matter the importance.

Sub!Scara, who will cockwarm you as you work.

Sub!Scara, who wakes up in the middle of the night needy.

Sub!Scara, who gets flustered over pet names like "bunny" or "puppy".

Sub!Scara, who finds pleasure in spanking.

Sub!Scara, who likes being called a "good boy".

Sub!Scara, who will threaten anyone who gets too close for comfort.

Sub!Scara, who will beg you to not go out for the night with Childe.

Sub!Scara, who would eagerly agree if you asked for a threesome.

Sub!Scara, who would get you off during a meeting.

Sub!Scara, who makes specific playlists for his sex moods.

Sub!Scara, who will fuck anywhere you'd like.

Sub!Scara, who likes to be recorded.

Sub!Scara, who would mark you all over to show others who you belong to.

Sub!Scara, who will be overly loud in public places.

Sub!Scara, who finds thigh riding oh-so attractive.

Sub!Scara, who loves the pain of denied orgasm. (Even though he'll whine and cry like a baby.)

Sub!Scara, who has a corruption kink.

Sub!Scara, with a severe hand kink.

Sub!Scara, who would have the hottest begging voice ever.

Sub!Scara, who would show off hickies like a trophy.

Sub!Scara, who will ignore you until you give him what he wants.

Sub!Scara, who is big on aftercare. <3

#Genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #scaramouche #genshin impact smut #scaramouche smut #sub!scaramouche #sub!scara #genshin impact x reader

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sh1-n0bu · 6 months

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 11: hate/angry sex with scaramouche from genshin impact

warnings: rough sex, degrading, choking, cockstepping, cock-strap traditions, bondage, hair pulling, belly bulging

notes: i mean scaramouche guys not wanderer!!!! scaramouche when he was a fatui harbinger!!!!

“f-fuck! you think… you can just appear out of nowhere so suddenly — guhhg! and take the seat of the eighth?” the short puppet tries to muffle his groans and whines, bucking his hips up into your feet the more you step down on his crotch.

how did it get here again? right. scaramouche and his mouth running all over the place, saying how you were a nobody who appeared out of nowhere and took the seat of the eighth harbinger with nothing to prove. at first, you just ignored him. he was known to be crude and loves to run his mouth all over the place after all. but over time, the constant jabs and threats to your title became a little bit too annoying.

which lead to here. his hands tied up behind his back, kneeling in front of you on the rug covered floor of your office as you step on his tiny cock all the while reading some work papers like it was nothing. of course, someone must teach the puppet some manners, yes?

paying no mind to his hissing and venom covered words, you only continue to keep your foot in place on his crotch. how much time had passed by now? who knows.

you were just skimming through some much needed paperwork while using the sixth’s cock as a makeshift footrest. he had already came in his shorts already and the sheer embarrassment of coming untouched was eating scaramouche up inside.

after finishing up the stacks of documents in your hand, you finally decided to pay some attention to the poor whining thing kneeling before you. cheeks flushed red, slight drool slipping down his chin mixed with his own blood as he bites down on his lip. there was a cute growing stain in his dark shorts.

what an amusing sight. perhaps this newfound pet of yours could be given a reward.

reaching a hand down, you pat his head gently. that snapped him out of his momentary daze as he looks up at you, confused yet also slightly relieved. but his relief doesn’t last long when your hand fists at his purple hair, pulling him up before bending him over your desk. this new position had balladeer’s mind reeling with all sorts of imaginations.

he had always wanted you to just bend him over your desk, taking him in any way or form you desired as he cries in your hands about how big you were. or how you were fucking him so good. or how your assistant could hear you two. call it whatever you will, but balladeer wasn’t as sharp and strong as his tongue.

he wanted to be used by you. and this new position you thrown him into was making him reel with excitement.

“such dirty mouth you have, balladeer. no one ever taught you a lesson, huh? but that’s okay. i’ll be sure to teach you a good lesson, you filthy slut” you hiss in a low voice, making quick work of his shorts as the fabrics pool down to his ankles. the warmth of the fireplace providing heat into the office still doesn’t stop the short man from shivering. excitement? probably. but also mixed with a hint of eagerness and enthusiasm as his hips twitch back to you.

“h-hah?! what did you just call me? i’m your superior, eighth. you’re nothing but just a replacement. if anyone should be taught a lesson, it’s you!” scaramouche yells, trying to keep up the facade of the ever-angry harbinger lord. yet the slight quiver in his voice sways from his words.

he was excited. more so when he hears your belt unbuckle and pants unzip as the wet sounds of lube follows. he could feel your hand spreading his asscheeks apart before your tip presses against his puckering hole. fuck, just put it in already. he even prepped himself for you just so he can be used, so hurry it up!

almost as if sensing his inner thoughts, you let out a chuckle. his hope was already prepped as the remains of the lube he used still glistening around his pink rim.

“such a filthy slut” with that, you bottom out inside him in one thrust, making scaramouche choke on his scream of pleasure.

ah, you felt so good inside him! so big and girthy, mushroom tip kissing his stomach and causing a belly bulge in his tiny form. you easily grazed against his prostate and he was so sure that you were fucking him full of your fat cock, rearranging his insides. you felt even better than those stupid small toys he used!

wasting no time and giving him no moment to collect himself, your hand sneaks up behind him, wrapping around his slim throat. putting just enough pressure to remind him of his place to the sides of his neck, you start to move your hips. the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and scaramouche’s choked up whines and punched out shrill moans fill up the confined space of your office.

briefly, when pulling him up and making him arch his back against your chest, you could see a cute bulge appear and disappear into his stomach. a result of the size of your strap. just seeing that was enough to make you proud. you were fucking his stomach and he loved that feeling.

“you love that? you love having me inside you, balladeer? look down here. my cock is fucking your tummy” you hum softly to his ear, free hand tapping a finger against his smooth skin. just as he was told, scaramouche looks down to where your finger was tapping.

oh archons, have mercy. just as you said, there was a bulge in his stomach. appearing and disappearing whenever your hips would pull back before meeting his own again and again. seeing that, the small puppet lets out a weak mewl as he comes all over your desk, leaving his thighs shaking.

seeing that some of your work papers got dirtied, you tighten your hold around his slim neck, making the puppet whine deliriously as he drools.

“no good. can’t have my slut dirtying my papers. but it’s okay. i’ll make sure to discipline you well until you learn to ask me for permission before you cum” all scaramouche could do was nod over and over. feeling the familiar feeling of orgasm tightening in his core again.

you would have to teach him well.

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mackjlee9 · 1 year

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Genshin men when they're horny.

««« | ««« | ««« |Part 4|

Sumeru ver.

Characters; tighnari, alhaitham, cyno, kaveh, scaramouche/wanderer, dottore x top!male!reader

Warning; in-heat, breeding kink, blowjob, cum eating (tighnari). dacryphilia, nipple play, feminization, creampie (alhaitham). grinding, slight choking, edging, semi-public (cyno). size kink, teasing, praising, overstimulation (scaramouche). [1st] dumbification, hair pulling, [2nd] masturbation, voyeurism (kaveh). aphrodisiac, cockwarming, dry orgasm, electricity (dottore)

Tighnari

•He tends to avoid people and focus on his job as a Forest Ranger

•So after spending days trying to find him, Collei tells you he came back a few minutes ago and he wasn't feeling good

•You go to his house looking for him

•Only to see him trembling on his bed

•"Tighnari?"

•You get closer to him, and before you realize it, you're under him while he pins you to his bed

•"You shouldn't... be here, (M/n)~"

Collei knew (M/n) had been looking for Tighnari for days now, so when she saw him walk in the ville again she headed his way before he could go around and ask others if they had seen Tighnari.

"(M/n)?" The male turned around when he heard his name being called, and he smiled at the green-haired girl in front of him. He was gonna greet her like usual but she stopped him, "Tighnari came back a few minutes ago," he was about to thank her and head Tighnari's way when Collei continued talking, "He didn't look too good though..."

Her words made (M/n) feel slightly worried, thinking he might've gotten hurt clearing a Withering Zone, but he simply nodded at Collei and started heading toward Tighnari's house.

"Thank you, Collei!" She smiled and fidgeted with her fingers, watching (M/n) running away from her sight before deciding on getting back to work.

After running for a bit, (M/n) opened the door and closed it behind him, heading toward his boyfriend's room, moving the curtain hanging over the door frame.

"Tighnari?" The curtain swayed as he released it, observing the male's trembling body laying on the bed. (M/n) took a step closer and stood next to his bed, noticing how Tighnari glanced at him over his shoulder, and all of the sudden, he was the one laying on the bed, Tighnari straddling his hips and holding his wrists pinned down on either side of his head, "Tig...?"

(M/n)'s voice got quiet when Tighnari leaned down closer to his face, their breaths mixing.

"You shouldn't be here, (M/n)~," said male only blinked at him in confusion, before he felt Tighnari's hips grinding down on his and he realized it was his boyfriend's heat cycle, that heat that only occurred once a year, "I told Collei to keep everyone away for the next couple of days~."

Well, that was new, the always hardworking Tighnari taking days off... his heat must be really strong this time around.

Tighnari's green eyes observed (M/n)'s expression closely, realizing he was most likely spacing out, so licking his lips he moved down slowly, reaching for the waistband of (M/n)'s and pulling them down.

Flinching at the sudden touch, (M/n) placed his elbows on the bed, raising his upper half, making eye contact with Tighnari, who was placing small kisses on the tip of his dick, smirking with half-lidded eyes before wrapping his lips around the head, his tongue lapping at his slit. Tilting his head back, (M/n) released a shaky breath, realizing how pent up he was when he felt his orgasm approaching a little too fast.

"Fuck- 'Nari, wait..." Tighnari only hummed a negative response, taking more of his twitching cock in his mouth, moaning when it reached his throat, "I'm gonna... c-cum, please, wait-"

Closing his eyes and arching his back, (M/n)'s cum filled Tighnari's mouth, who moaned as he savoured his cum, feeling its thickness and warmth on his tongue and sliding down his throat. He whined at the thought of his small body being stuffed with every drop of (M/n)'s cum.

He could cum just by thinking about it, his cock twitching and leaking pre-cum, dampening his underwear.

"You're staying here with me~" with a swift motion, Tighnari pulled his bottom clothes down, just enough to be able to align (M/n)'s cock with his pulsating hole, "I want you to breed me, (M/n), I..." Slowly lowering his hips, Tighnari gripped (M/n)'s shirt in his hand, taking a deep breath as he cursed quietly to himself, "I want you... to fill me up with your cum~."

His green eyes were glossy, his cheeks flushed red and his ears pressed back, flickering every few seconds. (M/n) clenched his jaw, and silently nodded, holding Tighnari's hips in his hands. The hybrid male smirked at his boyfriend's obedience, but the sudden hard thrust inside him made him go wide-eyed, soon rolling back as he felt his prostate being hit over and over again, his body now limp on top of (M/n)'s, releasing high-pitched moans and whimpers every time he felt his insides overflowing with cum.

Alhaitham

•He's more obvious about it than you'll think

•He has a serious look on his face and a sort of mysterious aura around him, making him hard to read

•But to you? He's an open book

•He would constantly glance at you whenever you were near, sometimes even stare

•He thinks he's being slick and that you don't realize

•But nope, he's way too obvious~

•Occassionally, you give in right away, but there are other times when you like to watch

•Observe how he desperately tries to get your attention, almost begging you

After finishing the third book in a row, (M/n) decided to exit the library for a short while to get a drink and maybe something to eat. He didn't have to look behind to know Alhaitham was following behind him in complete silence, and hearing everything around him wasn't doing much to calm him down, it was just making his ears ring, as they were sensitive to loud noises, but canceling the noise from the world didn't do anything either, so he was struggling to keep his composure.

With drink and food in hand, (M/n) found a bench and sat down, glancing at Alhaitham when he sat next to him. His legs were pressed together and bouncing up and down slightly, very uncharacteristic of him.

Well, (M/n) was enjoying seeing the subtle pink blush coating his face, both of them knew that if Kaveh saw his roommate he would never let him live it down.

(M/n) kept walking around Sumeru City, ignoring how Alhaitham seemed to be losing his cool the longer it passed. And when he decided to head back home, the scribe was still right behind him. He saw (M/n) opening the front door to his house and he panicked, thinking his partner was just gonna leave him like that, horny and needy.

Without even thinking, he reached his hand to grip the back of (M/n)'s shirt, causing him to halt and turn around to look at him.

Damn, his green eyes filled with unspilled tears sure did something to him. But he hasn't heard Alhaitham beg yet-

"Please, don't leave..." Well, there it is.

(M/n) held the scribe's hand and dragged him to his room, glad that his roommate was gone on some sort of expedition or something like that and he was left alone with his boyfriend.

God... He was more than glad they were alone...

He hadn't even realized how much he had been teasing and playing with Alhaitham's body.

Tears blurred his sight and ran down his face, his cock was dripping cum, his nipples were swollen and covered with saliva, and his hole leaked hot cum, hearing his whines and cries whenever he was called "princess".

"You're such a good girl, aren't you~?" He nodded with a whimper, holding tightly onto (M/n)'s forearms, "You love it when I fill your pussy with my cum, don't you?" Alhaitham's thighs trembled at his words, releasing a cute shriek of embarrassment.

(M/n) leaned down and gently held his face, kissing him slowly, conveying all his love and adoration for him in that kiss. His hand moved to interlock their fingers together, causing more tears to gather in Alhaitham's eyes when his thrust went deep inside him at an even, slow pace.

"Such a good girl," he whispered against his lips, "Taking my cock so well, and keeping all my cum stuffed inside you~."

(M/n)'s kisses moved down to his neck, continuing to praise him about how beautifully lewd and erotic his noises were and how majestic he looked under him.

"Completely at my mercy, baby... you're all mine," Alhaitham closed his eyes tightly, his back arching slightly off the bed as he felt (M/n)'s thrusts stopping, every inch of his cock throbbing inside him.

"I'm... all yours~" he mumbled slowly opening his eyes, a smile growing on his face, his mind thoroughly fucked and stimulated by words and actions alike, "No one else's, only yours."

Damn, (M/n) really couldn't be more in love with him...

Cyno

•Cyno is hard to understand

•He's hyperaware of his surroundings and his senses are heightened

•Nose, smell, touch, everything that goes around him has him on edge

•He's also easily irritable, everything and anything annoys him

•But when he's near you or with you, he doesn't say a word

•His starting is so intense, you think he's mad at you

•Fortunaly, you've known him for quite a while and you're able to pick apart different expressions on his face (as subtle as they may be)

"Oh, (M/n), you're here," he sat his empty glass down when he heard the distinctive voice of Candace approaching his table.

He smiled at her and saw Dehya coming behind her. They looked concerned.

"Hey, ladies, is everything alright?" He asked them, and they looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.

"Do you know what's wrong with Cyno?" Well, now he was concerned as well.

He frowned and looked at them, "No... what happened? Is he okay?"

Now Dehya crossed her arms in front of her and proceed to explain what has been happening to the matra. Apparently, he was having quite the attitude, Cyno had been recurring to violence rather than just threats more often than usual. He tsks at the smallest of sounds, complaining that his hearing is sensitive and that they should keep quiet.

All in all, he's irritable and fidgety, which is weird coming from Cyno out of everyone.

With that, (M/n) paid for his food and left the building, deciding on going to find Cyno and maybe ask him what was wrong, so he started wandering around Aaru Village trying to spot his partner somewhere, and eventually, he did.

Cyno was arguing with Alhaitham about something, Aether and Paimon were there too, staring at the white-haired male with defeated expressions on their faces, it seemed like they had been trying to calm Cyno down but, clearly, it didn't work.

(M/n) sighed and walked closer to them, "Cyno!"

At the call of his name, the matra immediately stopped talking, turning around to look at his boyfriend as he walked to them.

He would've flinched at the way Cyno was glaring at him. If he didn't know better (M/n) would've believed he was at him, but there was a subtle crease in his eyebrows, even if part of his face was covered, the corners of his lips were twitching and his adam's apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed. And (M/n) understood Cyno's moody attitude.

Oh~, so that's what's bothering him so much.

Holding back his smirk, (M/n) stepped closer and Cyno moved aside, standing slightly behind the (h/c) haired male.

While he gave a dumb excuse and apologized to Alhaitham for Cyno's behavior, (M/n) felt said male reach and hold onto the back of his shirt, tugging on it and releasing it a second after.

"Let's go, Cyno," (M/n) smiled at the group of three still standing in place while the two of them walked away to a more... secluded place.

And well, they found it.

Gently holding Cyno's face, (M/n) kissed him, placing his knee in between Cyno's, letting him grind on his thigh, hearing his muffled whines, crying out that it wasn't enough.

"M-more... I want- more~," Cyno's legs trembled as he struggled to keep moving on (M/n)'s thigh, "I wanna cum, please..." His hands held onto (M/n) desperately, raising his leg further up.

"Fucking hell, Cyno..." Mumbling against his lips, (M/n) lifted his boyfriend in his arms, pinning him to the wall behind him. Instinctively, Cyno wrapped his legs around him, moaning as his leaking cock pressed on (M/n)'s abdomen.

(M/n) stared into Cyno's red eyes, glossy with tears, and the matra whimpered when they made eye contact, gulping and tilting his chin up, exposing his neck slightly.

Licking his lips, (M/n) raised his hand and wrapped it around Cyno's neck, the tips of his fingers applying a small amount of pressure, observing how tears rolled down his face, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as drool dripped down the corners of his mouth.

Cyno's thighs trembled as he came, his nails digging into (M/n)'s skin through his clothes, "(M/n)~," he mumbled in a high-pitched moan, having a bit of trouble breathing normally as the pressure on his neck increased, "F-fuck me..."

Thankfully, (M/n) knew a shortcut to his house.

Scaramouche

•Oh. Oh

•He doesn't want to acknowledge it and won't tell you about it

•He never thought that you were able to tell something was up with him

•Even if he didn't show it or mention it, he's quite obvious

•Probably because he gets too tsundere with you

•He ignores you but blushes when you grace his hand

•He curses you between stutters when you flirted with him

•In the end, he doesn't tell you he's horny

•But you know and tease him about it

Scara has been feeling on edge and anxious for a few days now, but he didn't pay any mind to it, he guessed he was still getting used to everything so he decided to ignore the feeling until it goes away on its own, surely it wouldn't take too long.

He has been convincing himself that there was nothing wrong with his body or mind, and he had been handling himself pretty well for a while, but the moment he saw (M/n)...

That feeling only intensified and he finally realized what that sensation was.

Especially because he felt his mouth watering at the thought of having 'something' in his mouth, or better yet, inside his significantly smaller body.

Now he was actively ignoring his horny thoughts, deciding on keeping them to himself, fully convinced that (M/n) wouldn't realize. Well, he was wrong.

His lover definitely knew, or he at least had an idea of what was going on with Scaramouche, especially since he had been getting more defensive than usual, but only toward him.

He doesn't do a good job at hiding it, making it quite obvious when he blushes whenever (M/n) graces his hand -intentionally or by accident-, Scara just pretends he didn't notice, but the blush on his face says otherwise.

Or when he stutters a curse at (M/n) whenever he would flirt with him or compliment him. He's still getting used to feeling love, but he doesn't hate the fuzziness when he's with his lover. When they make eye contact and he can feel his stomach tingling, when (M/n) kisses him and he can feel his heart beating faster, and that sort of reminded him that he's alive.

All of those tales and signs Scaramouche has when he's horny are obvious to (M/n), but he likes teasing him, so he purposely holds his waist for longer than needed, or deepens their kiss just enough to have Scara chase after his lips with a whine after he pulls away.

He snaps when that happens too often and his confident demeanor returns.

"If you're gonna do it, then do it properly," he mutters and holds (M/n)'s collar to pull him down to his height.

The (h/c) haired male gasps and holds onto Scaramouche's hips, bending down to relieve the strain on his legs as he was on his tippy toes to reach his height, and his hand lifts to gently hold his face.

"What is it that you want me to do?" (M/n) saw how Scaramouche's expression changed to a pleading one, the blush on his cheeks darkening.

"Just-" his hands held (M/n)'s shirt, swallowing before continuing, "Touch me, p-please..."

And (M/n) didn't say no to those words muttered by those pretty lips...

Scaramouche was now gripping the bedsheets in his fists, his body trembling as he struggled to decide if he wanted to get away from the stimulation or get more of it, he didn't know, his mind was a jumbled mess of incoherent thoughts, all he could think about was how (M/n)'s cock bulged his lower abdomen and that made him go crazy. Hearing him mutter how good he was for enduring the overstimulation, how well he was holding up to his pace, and how he loved seeing him fucked to tears.

"Pl... please, p-please please..." He had no idea what he pleading for, he knew he liked it, how much he loved it.

"'Please' what? Use your words, pup~," of course, (M/n) liked teasing him, he just enjoyed hearing him say all the filthy things Scara wanted him to do to his petite frame.

"Please..." He opened his eyes and looked at (M/n) through the tears blurring his sight, "Please, d-don't stop~ I... I need more..." With shaky hands, Scaramouche reached to caress (M/n)'s face, "I need more of y-you, (M/n)."

And this is exactly why (M/n) like teasing his lover so much.

"That's my good puppy~."

Kaveh

•There are two occasions when he gets horny

•One; Alhaitham said/did something that annoyed him and now he need to release his anger some way

•So he drags you over and enjoys every second your dick is deep inside him

•And two; when he's spacing out, dreaming of a married life with you, living in that house he has been designing

•And bam, a graphic image of you fucking him on every corner of the house has him blushing a dark red

•Now he will certainly pay attention to the design of certain places in the house

•So, he's either confident and determined, or he's shy and hesitant

•Either way, you are more than glad to be there when he's feeling a little naughty

[1st scenario]

Kaveh watched how Alhaitham left the house nonchalantly, as if he didn't just make Kaveh's blood boil with rage. The blond let out a huff in annoyance and frowned while taking a deep breath.

He needed release, and he knew where to find it and how to get it.

He went out to look for (M/n), and he found him in the Grand Bazaar dancing with Nilou, laughing and having fun with his cousin.

"(M/n)!" The male hears his name being called and he looks at Kaveh from the stage. His expression is enough to let him know he needed him, so he says bye to Nilou and rushes toward the blond after exclaiming a loud 'Goodbye, everyone!' before following Kaveh out.

On the way, (M/n) doesn't ask, he just assumes it has something to do with Alhaitham and his attitude, so he just follows his boyfriend silently to his shared house.

As soon as they walk through the door, they're on each other, and (M/n) wastes no time bending Kaveh over the armrest of the living room couch, drinking in the lewd moans and cries of his name every time Kaveh came all over the furniture.

"Fuck yes~!" With his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his mouth open, Kaveh has no inhibitions, he doesn't care about being quiet at that moment, he's enjoying being able to only think about how good (M/n)'s cock is stretching his insides, filling him up to the point of making his legs shake.

(M/n) holds Kaveh's slim waist in his hands, stroking his soft skin with his thumbs as he continuously pounds into him, one of his hands slithering up his back until his finger interlock with his blond strands and pulls on his hair, effectively making him whine as cum spurts out of his cock, his back arched as he's only being held up by (M/n)'s strength alone. And he loves it. Every second of it.

[2nd scenario] (okay but like, I wanted to make this one afab!kaveh so bad 😭😭 I'll write it next time)

(M/n) had decided to stop by to give Kaveh a surprise visit, knowing his boyfriend was probably overworking himself with various projects he was working on, so he wanted to check up on him, make sure he was okay, drinking water and eating properly, and maybe, go out on a date together.

He knocked on the door a few times with no response, so he ended up using the spare key Kaveh gave him a few months back. As soon as walked in, he saw Kaveh's working room -or his 'office' as he liked to call it- had the door slightly open. He closed the door behind him and approached Kaveh's office, peeking inside to see if he was busy or not.

He was there, sitting on his work stool, spaced out as he usually got, daydreaming about his next and/or current design he was working on.

Which he was, but it was something a little more specific than just a design.

Kaveh was too busy imagining a married life with (M/n), his dear boyfriend. Living together and maybe, if possible, having a family with him. How? Well-

Some ideas came to his mind, and even though he could never get pregnant, the thought of "working on it" made him blush, his eyes opening wide as he started fidgeting in place.

He pressed his thighs together, and took a deep shaky breath in. His hands trembled as he slowly reached the waistband of his pants, slipping his slim fingers into his underwear, taking his erect cock out as he lifted his shirt to his mouth, biting it to muffle his moans and whimpers.

His hand wrapped around his dick and he applied a bit of pressure, just like how (M/n) does when he wants to cum together.

"(M/n)~," fuck, he couldn't hold in his whine, his eyes closed tightly as he started stroking his cock up and down, teasing his tip and wetting his fingers with his pre-cum.

And (M/n) was right there, standing by the door while holding his breath, feeling his cock throb inside his clothes as he observed Kaveh's expression change ever so slightly, watching his body squirm around and his hips trembling as he tried to thrust up into his hand.

(M/n) just couldn't stand there and watch how Kaveh pleasure himself thinking of him.

Dottore

•Alright, he's most of the time in his office/lab doing who knows what

•So you have no idea honestly

•Except when he requests that you come over to see him

•He makes you sit on his chair, and suddenly, you're chained to it

•"Zandrik?"

•He grabs a flask in his hand and drinks its content, leaning down to your height to kiss you

•You end up swallowing the liquid, feeling it burn you from the inside out

•He removes his mask with a smirk, his face flushed as he stands in between your spread legs

•"Be a good boy~"

(M/n) was escorted to Dottore's office, where he waiting for him. The guard knocked on the door and waited for approval to come in, which she did as soon as she got it.

"I brought Mr.(M/n) over, sir," I complete silence, Dottore dismissed the guard with a simple hand motion and he stood up from his chair once the door closed.

The masked male walked up to him with his hands behind him, making eye contact with (M/n) as he locked the door. That made him a little worried, he was well aware that his boyfriend loved experimenting in private, for hours and hours, even days.

But it didn't look like it this time.

Standing next to him, Dottore place his hand on the small of (M/n)'s back, taking him to his chair, the same chair he was just sitting on.

"Sit down, (M/n)," his arm reached out, signaling him to do as told. Awkwardly stiff, he sat on the chair and observed closely how Dottore walked toward a shelf containing flasks of different sizes and shapes. He grabbed a rather small cylinder-shaped one, a bright pink liquid swaying inside it.

"Zandik?" The male looked at him briefly through his mask, before lifting his hand to his mouth.

(M/n) saw Dottore drinking it and walking up to him with big steps, the masked male held him by the chin and kissed him, pressing his fingertips on his jaw to make him open his mouth. (M/n) almost choked on what he swallowed, feeling how it burned his throat and everything on its way down, even so, it had a rather sweet taste.

"Enjoy~," Dottore said in a teasing voice, and suddenly, (M/n) was chained to the chair, his wrists bound to the armrests and his ankles bound to the legs of the chair.

A moment after, he felt his body heating up and his breathing became rapid and ragged, the same as Dottore's.

He took his mask off with a smirk and (M/n) saw his red eyes shining with tears, his cheeks colored red and some drool dripping down the corner of his mouth, moving to stand in between his spread open legs.

Without saying a word, Dottore leaned down to kiss (M/n) again, this time a longer and deeper kiss, his hands reaching down south to his pants and pulling them just enough for his cock to spring out. Breaking the kiss, he giggled at the sight of (M/n)'s cock already twitching.

He had only kissed him and he was already going crazy, how adorable~.

(M/n)'s whole body was trembling from pleasure, all because of that damn aphrodisiac Dottore made him drink. Well, said male was content with the effects of it, it was obvious by the smirk that hadn't faded from his face yet.

Dottore turned around, pulling his pants and underwear down, exposing his wet and twitching hole, clenching around nothing, greedily awaiting something to fill it up. The sight made (M/n)'s cock throb, pre-cum oozing from his slit.

"Be a good boy~," he muttered before slowly sinking his weight down on (M/n)'s dick.

(M/n) felt his body shaking as he climaxed, but no cum came out. Whilst Dottore stayed still and focused on a paper in front of him, he kept having dry orgasms over and over, relentlessly, so was Dottore, but he was doing a better job at keeping his composure, although it might've been because the drank significantly less aphrodisiac than (M/n).

But he knew something that will drive both of them crazy.

Dottore reached a hand under his desk and pressed a small button hidden in the wood, immediately, (M/n) released a loud moan, reduced to a blabbering, incoherent mess as shocks of electricity ran through his whole body. His hips were thrusting up involuntarily, chasing his orgasm but never having enough.

Feeling the electricity reaching his body too, Dottore gripped tightly onto his desk, as if he was desperately holding onto the little bit of sanity he had left. The electricity may not be as strong surging through his body, but he also had (M/n) drilling his insides, his eyes crossing momentarily with each hit to his prostate.

That aphrodisiac seemed to have worked better than he anticipated~.

(The whole process of me writing this was;

[I fucked it][it got fixed][I fucked it][it got fixed] over and over again 😂😂)

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I can imagine Scara being embarrassed of his past sex obsessed self, Kabukimono, he claims that he is so much better than that now, and much more mature, that is what he tells his subordinates. He is such a liar.

If only his subordinates knew that Scara still begs for your cock almost everyday.

If only his subordinates knew that he jerks himself off at the thought of you, and owns various dildos that he always imagines are you.

If only his subordinates knew just how much of a cock slut their leader was before and how he is a bigger slut now.

If only his subordinates knew that he moans and cries like a cheap whore when you fuck him with just the tip of your cock.

If only his subordinates knew just how crazy he gets when he sees the bulge on his stomach that is formed by your cock and begs for more.

Moral of the story, is that Scara is a slut. He was before, and he still is now.

[Thirst]!

anon you are heavensent !! adsfkjhkjgh my brain can't handle this so i sprinkled a bit of angst teehee >:)

let's say that reader thought they lost kabukimono, stumbles upon scaramouche who was on a mission. you didn't hold back, you cried for him, running and embracing him, twirling him around in your arms in happiness as you tell him that you missed him, that you've been wandering the entirety of teyvat in search of him. as you were lost in your feelings, scaramouche was at awe. you kept looking for him? even if he left you for your own good? and here you are, embracing as you've now found him, out of all times. he was happy really! but this wasn't the right time! he planned to reach godhood then find you, to finally reunite with you once again once he's stronger, better.

while all this was going on, his subordinates stare in shock as some random person just shouted out in happiness and hugged their lord? does this fool not know what the hell they're doing? they know so much as glancing the wrong at scaramouche would send them early to their graves, so the absolute horror seeing being so casual and intimate with scaramouche was amusing. scara snapped out of his trance, immediate trying to pull away from you. you notice and frown, "darling? is there something—", "shhhh! be quiet for a bit!" he slaps his hand over your mouth and glare over his shoulder, eyes deadly glaring at his subordinates. "well? what are you waiting for? get back to work! if a word about this gets out, you'll never hear the end of it." they all scramble away, already fearing for their lives. after he's sure everyone has left, he turns back to you and finally hugs you back. he missed you so much.. your face, you kisses, you touch.. he misses them all and he is just as overjoyed as you are.

although, you were confused. what happened to your kabukimono? why did he shout out to those soldiers? spat out such cruel words? you let him go and set him down, about to ask him what happened to him before he grabs your hand and drags you to his private quarters, saying that you two can talk there. he knows you already had questions and he was nervous but he hoped you'd understand. after you two settled down next to one another, you began to ask him questions; where has he been? why did he leave you so suddenly? and why did he act so differently, so mean? "kabukimono, you've changed." you cupped his cheek, worry in your features. he melts to your touch and takes a deep breath, answering your questions. he explains to you his plans to obtain a gnosis and reach godhood, he explained once he became a god, he'll find you, so both of you can be together. he told you how he felt weak and that the betrayals he's experienced made a fire of helplessness burn inside him, he hated it.

"[name], i am no longer kabukimono. i have long dispose of this identity of weakness. i am now scaramouche, the sixth of the fatui harbingers."

to say you were devastated was an understatement, you were completely shattered. your kabukimono was gone? the boy you love was now a different person, discarded his entirety just like that. scaramouche sees the sadness that lingered in your face, he knew what you felt. you sweet, caring, naïve kabukimono was gone and you tried to wrap your head around it. were you not good enough? had you done something to have him utterly leave you alone with the memories you shared? had you not tried to protect and strengthen him in this cruel world?

"so.. this whole time of me wandering every nation in search of you no— kabukimono, was all for naught?" oh, how the feeling in his chest felt crushed when you said those words. silence falls for a moment, none of you talking as the situation comes crashing down. "i have changed for the better, [name]. i am no longer the weak, naïve,—" his face flushes, "sex obsessed boy you once knew.. i swore that human needs won't get in the way of my plans..", "if the sex was overwhelming you, you could've told me.." you muttered in response, "i can't tell you what you can't and can do, tell you what you should do or shouldn't do.. but, you can't just have left me like that, you know? when i found out you were, i waited. hours turn in to days, days turn in to months, months turn in to years. i caved in to emptiness. you were all and everything to me and hurt me that you were gone from my life just like that."

tears were flowing down your face and and caress his cheek, knowing that this will be the last time you'll see him. "then.. i won't get in your way. i understand on what your goal is and why you changed.. so.. i believe this will be the last time we'll ever be together." he felt fear go through his body, last time? "[n-name], you misunderstand—" you can't go, he can't let you go. he didn't think this through, he thought disposing of himself as kabukimono and becoming the balladeer, scaramouche, will free him of shackles human emotion. but why is it he can't let you go?

you get up and stand in front of him before he grabs your clothes as if trying to stop you from leaving. "i must go.. my journey to find my lover has come to an end, as he is no longer here. i apologize for disturbing you." he cries out and shakes his head, don't treat him this way! he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you close, refusing to let you go. he begins to sob into you clothes, "nonono, [name], you can't leave! i—" he swallows the lump in his throat. "i am afraid of becoming kabukimono again.. i don't want to be weak, i don't want to entangle you living a life of eternity with someone who cannot handle himself. if i become weak, then i'll crumble.."

you hug him tighter and comfort him as he cries out to you, hands roaming all over you as if you'll disappear if he lets go. "please.. stay with me.." he cups your cheek and kiss you, "if you stay.. i'll be kabukimono once again, just for you.. so please, don't go."

you ended up staying, even you can't leave him even if you say so. scaramouche ended up having to make up a story so that you'll be able to stay by his side. he told his subordinates that you were his right hand and they were to follow your orders or they were as good as dead. of course, you struggled at first doing pretending (you were a crafter, tf do you do carrying out orders a bunch of fatuis?) but after time, you began to get used to it as you were treated just as supreme as scaramouche.

remember when scaramouche said he's changed? in front of the fatui, you both were just lord and his right hand. but behind closed says otherwise.

so imagine your surprise when he can't get his hands off of you, pawing and whining for you. once his subordinates has left the room after a meeting, he jumps on you, mumbling how he needs something from you and how he needs it now. he unbuckles your pants, drooling down at your already hard cock. "someone seems desperate, huh?" he huffs, lapping up down you shaft. "you can't keep this away from me, [name], that's just mean."

you would be sent away for missions (much to both of your dismay) and he would be left absolutely frustrated without you. you only let him get a taste of your cock in his mouth and never cum inside, always finishing off on his face (you're petty like that lol) and even if he lets you, you know he is displeased because of the way his nails dig down your thighs. while he works, he thinks of you and your cock. he would rub his thighs together to try and get some relief to no avail. he would stomp his way to his private quarters that he shares with you (his subordinates averts their eyes whenever you come out of his room instead of your own) and toss himself to the bed, grabbing a pillow that was yours and bury his face in it, inhaling your scent. damn you and the godforsaken mission you were doing, he shouldn't have sent you away so he could've had you in his bed instead, fucking him into oblivion.

he undresses and grabs a box under the bed and digs out a dildo closest to your size, he just can't take it anymore! he begged your cock to be inside him before you left, saying how he missed it but instead just used his mouth, teasing him how he said he was a changed man and that sex without you shouldn't bother him (it does). he laps the dildo up, coating it in his saliva and shoving it into his mouth while he teases his hole with his fingers. lewd noises echo in his room as toys with himself, wishing it was you who was doing it. he then shoves the dildo inside him, squealing at the sensation before thrusting it in and out in a fast pace, his impatience getting the better of him. he needs to cum.

"hgnnngh—fhuck! [name], [name]♡! fuck me, please— nghh, haa♡! harder!", "yesyes— fhuuuuck! yes, right there♡! " no matter how the dildo hits his prostate, no matter how fast and hard he shoves it deep inside him, he can't cum without you.

and when you came back? oh, you were in it for a ride. literally.

he drags you back into your shared bedroom, kissing you roughly and almost tearing off your clothes and his. he pushes you the bed and straddles you, lustful eyes eying your body as you grab his hips and grind him down on your cock making him moan. "[naaame].. you'll fuck me, right? just how i like it? you'll fuck my hole nice and deep, right?", he drags his hands across his chest, tempting you as he flicks and pinches his nipples. "hmm, i don't know, scara." you tease. he whines, eyes glaring at you with a pout on his lips, don't call him that! "mind you, you've changed." you grab your cock and align it with his hole, teasing it. he tries to grind back down on you, to fully put in your dick inside him but you stop him, you grip on his hip tightening. "don't." you rock your his back and forth, only letting your tip inside him and he sobs, wiggling his hips to try to get you fully inside him. "[name] unghh—! don't.. don't tease! please put it inside! i need your dick in me, please!"

was fucking his hole finally after years of waiting worth it? every second of it. skin slapping and scara's moans reverberates in the room, your hips plunging back and forth in his ass. "don't stop— fhuuuck! fuck! don't stop♡!", "your cock hgnnnh— fhuck! it's all the way in my stomach♡! moremoremore♡!" you can feel him clench around you as you fasten his pace, knowing his orgasm is fast approaching. you're making him see stars, his back arching as your cock his prostate continuously. "make me cum, please, unghh— make me cum! i want to cum♡!", "go on ahead, kabukimono. go ahead and cum like the slut you are." and his body shakes uncontrollably, his orgasm overwhelming him as his dick spurts out cum. he cries out, your thrusts unrelenting and not stopping, his nails scratching you back and legs wrapping around your waist. "ooooohhhh— yes♡! i'm your slut, [name]! fuck me like one, fuck your slut, [name]♡!".

such a fucking slut.

guys i lied why is the angst longer lol JDFKASDGH keep ya'll thirsts coming everyone i'm drooling at your brains <33

#ems.writes #ems.nsfw #ems.thirsts #scaramouche smut #sub scaramouche #sub!scaramouche

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in honor of the 10 months anniversary of my first ever drabble i never posted, i present to you: my first ever drabble i never posted. yippee

cw: femdom, malesub, both are afab, mentions of sa, overall fluffy playful smut. it’s scrlm btw <3

also this takes place after scara’s story quest. people were headcanoning he’d join us in our travels so yeah<3

here goes nothing

As the flames danced, their shadows cast wide on the ground. Lumine yawned, feeling settled in the familiarity of the campsite. Her traveling companion was always full of surprises, and tonight was no exception. He had requested a sleeping bag in their shared tent, much to her disbelief. “What? Just because I don’t need to doesn’t mean I can’t,” he had said, grinning mischievously. Lumine had rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his antics.

The two had lit a bonfire and were sitting close to one another, quietly and secretly enjoying the warmth and company of each other’s presence.

Lumine subconsciously stared at her companion. She couldn’t help but notice the way the wanderer winced imperceptibly as the weight of his body pressed against an apparently sore muscle. Lumine saw the way he stood up and straightened his back, only to wince once again as he sat back down. It was clear to her that he was in pain, and it was clear that this was something he was used to, but she still frowned.

“Are you hurt?” She carefully asked, slightly tilting her head to the side.

The wanderer shook his head, not even looking at her. “It’s nothing worth mentioning.”

The traveler sighed. We’ve been traveling companions for a while now, and he still isn’t opening up. Sure, he should take his time, but he has no reason to not trust me after what we’ve done to protect each other…

“You know,” she started in a sweet voice, staring at the dancing flames, “it’s pretty normal to get hurt, or even just have a sore back, when you do nothing but wander around and fight monsters all day. Just let me help you.”

He shook his head again, but his voice had softened. “I don’t… need healing.”

Lumine decided not to ask if that was just another way to say no or he actually didn’t need any healing as a puppet.

“But you’re in pain”, Lumine insisted. “You won’t let me heal you, so at least let me cook you some food, give you a massage or something.”

“A massage?” At the wanderer’s seemingly disgusted frown, Lumine only nodded. “But why?”

“It’ll help your muscles relax”, she responded with a smile.

He rolled his eyes. Though he was doing his best to appear indifferent, he was curious about what she would do. He stared at her hands for a couple seconds, wondering if it would have been that bad to have those soft fingers touching his skin.

“Fine then. Do your worst.”

Oh, he just had to make it into a challenge, didn’t he?

She smiled a bit widely this time. She felt like this could help them get closer. She already considered him an ally, but she wanted him to acknowledge that; to see for himself what it meant to have a companion to place his trust in.

He took off his kimono and pulled down the top part of his bodysuit. His pale rosy skin looked soft, and as perfect as a doll’s. Looking a bit more carefully, Lumine couldn’t help but notice five fading rounded scars on the center of his back. The one in the middle was bigger than the others, and those were undoubtedly the marks his puppet strings had left.

“So? Are you gonna do something, or—”

He freezed upon feeling her warm hand trace up his spine.

“Mnnh…”

“Good?”

He bit his lip. “Shut it.”

“You’re tense. Are you always like this, or…” She stopped herself, her attention being caught by something else. A small symbol on the highest part of his back. It didn’t look like a scar, it was more like a birthmark. She let her curiosity get the better of her and slid her thumb over the mark, softly. “What’s this?” She asked simultaneously.

Tingly waves of pure electricity shot through his body, running straight to his crotch, and the wanderer couldn’t prevent a soft moan of sheer pleasure from escaping his slightly parted lips.

Lumine stopped her thumb immediately. “Did I hurt you?” She asked with urgency.

“What? No. Of course not. I’m not that fragile.”

Encouraged, the traveler pressed a bit harder on the spot. Her thumb drew slow circles along the mark, until…

“Ahn… please…”

Lumine made a surprised sound, golden eyes widening.

The red-faced wanderer hastened to clarify, “That… slipped out.”

But she had already stopped. “Please what, though? Are you sure this isn’t an uncomfortable place for you to—”

“Shut up, it wasn’t a please stop.”

“Then what was it?”

“It was nothing.”

She only let out a chuckle. She really wanted to be friends (or maybe even more) with him, but right now she couldn’t resist teasing him. “Maybe you find this arousing,” she suggested with a shrug. “This one is probably a sweet spot of yours, am I right?” The wanderer parted his lips to speak, but her thumb found itself on the birthmark again and he had to close them shut to suppress the noise he felt bubbling up his throat. “It’s really pretty, though. It’s a mitsudomoe, right? Very pretty…”

The wanderer could barely focus on her praise, completely absorbed by the feeling of Lumine tracing circles around such a sensitive part of his body.

Until she realized this could probably not help his sore back. Much to the wanderer’s disappointment, she went back to massaging his back, and yes— that helped a lot, but it just didn’t feel as good.

It was pretty relaxing, though. Lumine’s touch was delicate, careful. It was completely new to him.

Maybe being in the traveler’s company wasn’t that bad.

: : :

He looked so… serene in his sleep. He looked like nothing in the world could ever disturb his slumber. Why wasn’t he always like this? The traveler could only wonder why he didn’t sleep more often, since it made him so calm and peaceful. Maybe if he had slept like this every night he wouldn’t have been so short tempered.

Most of his clothes were lying forgotten in an angle of their tent, neatly folded.

She didn’t even realize she was staring at him, his tiny, immobile sleeping figure, his pink synthetical lips that were just barely pressing against each other, his relaxed brows, his smooth and perfect skin… yes, nothing could ever disturb his slumber…

“Mmgh… hah…” The puppet’s eyebrows started to furrow, and his body began to tremble ever so slightly. The traveler let out a sigh. Oh, she should have expected him to have nightmares. The wanderer was muttering something incomprehensible, so she got a bit closer, trying to make out what he was saying.

“D-don’t…”

Oh, here it comes. What will it be?

Lumine touched his shoulder, trying to wake him from his presumed nightmare.

Will it be… “don’t hurt me”? “Don’t betray me”? “Don’t abandon me”? “Don’t—”

“Don’t stop…”

Her eyes widened. If only she looked down a bit lower, a quick glance at the bottom of his tight bodysuit would have been enough to tell just how soaked wet he was.

In fact, at some point, during her attempts at waking him up, she somehow noticed the dark spot of wetness between his legs.

A subtle smirk crept onto the golden haired traveler’s face.

He looked so irresistible, and she couldn’t stop staring. She even forgot she was trying to wake him up.

The wanderer’s squirming and tossing around only increased in frequency, finally awaking him.

He blinked once. Twice.

“Were you having a dream?” Lumine enquired innocently.

“Not your business…” he replied, looking away so that she couldn’t see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “How could you tell…?” He quickly added as soon as he realized he could have said or done something in his sleep.

“Call it intuition or whatever.” She shrugged. “It’s not hard to tell if someone’s dreaming if they keep making noise. Was it a bad dream? Or was it about what we discussed earlier?”

He shuddered, rolling onto his side. “Not. Your. Business.”

“I’m assuming it was?” The traveler challenged.

“I said it’s not your business.” The wanderer responded.

“How about you tell me—” He cut her off.

“How about you go to sleep and leave me alone?”

The traveler couldn’t help but chuckle at his defensive aggressivity. “Fine, fine. Goodnight Kuni.”

He didn’t say anything in response.

Lumine ignored him back and wrapped a warm blanket around herself, facing the other way. Not even a minute had passed when the wanderer softly called out to her.

“What is it?”

“Can we… share that?” He was pointing at the blanket.

“Are you sure? You don’t look like you’re cold.”

“Shut up.”

She was right, actually. She always was. He was feeling as hot as he didn’t recall ever feeling, but for some reason he wanted Lumine to be close to him, and sharing a blanket was the only way he considered. There was no way he would explicitly ask her to come closer.

She sat up, scooted closer and pulled the blanket onto him. “Sleep well.” No response again.

She lied back down, on her side, facing away from him.

The wanderer was glad she couldn’t see him squeezing his legs together and rubbing his thighs against each other, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable, hot wetness that was only growing and growing between his folds. As it grew, he noticed he was starting to breathe, loudly— he just couldn’t help it. This feeling was too much, he wanted it gone. He didn’t even need to breathe, why did it feel so necessary yet so difficult right now?

He pressed his forehead against the nape of the traveler’s neck, making her chuckle quietly. Feeling her warmth against himself was somehow relieving, but it also made his body shake with desire and want.

He muffled a groan of discomfort by covering his mouth with his hand.

“Fuck… Lumi—”

“I’m still awake, you know. Do you need something?” She sleepily muttered.

“Ugh…”

“Won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” She insisted softly. “I can help you.”

The wanderer wanted it. So badly— but he still had his pride. He shook his head, even though Lumine was facing the other side and couldn’t see him.

She took his silence as a no, anyway. “… Alright. Goodnight again.”

“… ‘Night”, he replied this time, in a small voice. He was determined to let the overwhelming feeling go away on his own…

But a few minutes later, he couldn’t care less. He tapped her shoulder lightly, swallowed his pride and breathed out a whispery “… Help?”

The traveler sat up again, her golden eyes shining, as if she’d been waiting for that moment. She raised an eyebrow, looking at him and waiting for him to say something more.

To which the wanderer furrowed his brows and muttered something that sounded like “come on”.

“What do you want?” Lumine asked innocently, raising a brow.

“Stop talking and do something already!” He whined impatiently, forcefully grabbing one of her wrists and directing her hand to his abdomen, not daring to push it lower— maybe hoping she would do that herself. She smiled, running her fingers up to his chest instead. At her caress, his body relaxed against the thin mattress.

“Lower”, he demanded.

But she liked his chest too much to just leave it alone already. She put both of her hands to use; while one massaged his chest through his bodysuit, the other traced its way to his lower stomach, then even lower, then some more, until it was resting on his clothed sex.

As soon as he felt her touch, the wanderer inhaled sharply, his body tensing up. The hand that was caressing his upper body found a nipple and focused its attention on it, earning delicious moans from him and helping him loosen up some more. His eyes were glued to her as soon as she started moving her hand. She really was handling him with care. The combination of her touch and the embarrassment of the situation, of how she looked so serious and focused on him, was really getting to him.

The more Lumine rubbed his clit through the fabric, the more he felt the urge to strip off and expose himself for her. He struggled to remove his bodysuit, and the traveler lent him a hand as soon as she noticed. Once free of his clothing, he laid back down, putting himself on display. The traveler licked her lips.

He was completely flushed red from his face to his chest, his weakened arms resting above his head, his hardened nipples demanding more attention, his parting legs tempting her, his blue eyes silently begging her to touch him. So she did, and he whimpered imperceptibly when her hand made direct contact with his clit for the first time. Not feeling any friction, but only a somehow unsatisfying contact, he moved his hips closer to her, but much to his displeasure she withdrew her finger. He let out a soft cry. He was feeling so good, why did it have to stop already?

“Are you playing with me?” He whined, trying to sound intimidating. “If you’re only doing this to annoy me, might as well…”

He trailed off, observing her. She was giving her thumb a few licks, carefully wetting it before placing it on his engorged clit and moving in slow circles, as two fingers of her other hand held up the hood. To which the wanderer could only shut his eyes, throw his head back and let out a long “oohh…”, pleasantly surprised at just how good it felt.

He wasn’t used to this.

Her pointer finger slid down, passed his urethra and pressed against the slit. Her thumb was still working his clit, circling it at a steady pace. Feeling that she wasn’t speeding up, the wanderer complained in a breathy voice. “That’s… too slow.”

She gradually picked up the pace, lubing her finger with his juices to help it slide inside his hole. She looked at him. His eyes were tightly shut and his closed fists were grasping the blanket they were sharing earlier. She was being careful with her movements, afraid to hurt him. “Hey, Kuni. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”, she asked, slightly tilting her head to the side.

“Not of… my own will”, he responded through clenched teeth.

Oh.

That wasn’t completely unexpected.

The traveler removed her clean hand from his body to caress his cheeks.

“I’m… sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s… nothing, really.” He gave a nod of his head to signal her to keep going from where she had stopped.

She experimentally moved her finger, but he had gotten tighter. Thinking back about what happened had apparently made him tense up again. “I, uh… I don’t want to hurt you”, Lumine stated. He looked away. He knew it would hurt if she pushed inside him right now.

Sensing his anxiety, she straddled him and softly placed a kiss on his cheek. Her right hand lightly grazed the sensitive birthmark on his higher back, as she continued leaving kisses on his face. The wanderer made a little smile, and let out soft noises and hums of pleasure, while she showered him with affection by pecking his forehead, cheeks, and even the tip of his nose.

“My— my lips too.”

“Alright.”

Complying with his request, Lumine kissed him on the lips. His lips parted, letting her tongue in as soon as he felt it prodding his mouth. She adjusted her position so that her knee was now in between his legs, and he started to roll his hips against it immediately, moaning into her mouth. The friction felt so good on his clit, and now he just wanted more, more, more.

When their lips parted, Lumine kissed his neck, softly nibbling and sucking on it, relishing in the way he tilted his head back to expose his body even further, curving himself to get her to do more, every single cell of him screaming “take me, and do whatever you want to me”. And desiring nothing more than that.

She cupped his chest with both hands and gently fondled his porcelain skin. The wanderer was breathing heavily, completely lost in the feeling of the soft skin of his neck being marked by her mouth and his sensitive nipples being stimulated this delicately. His folds started to lubricate again as he rubbed himself against her leg, hips bucking furiously. His hands feebly grasped the traveler’s golden hair, trying to push her further onto his body. He guided her where he wanted her attention, and the traveler found herself licking and suckling on a nipple. His other breast, small enough to fit in her palm, savored the traveler’s caresses. He could feel something hot churn into his lower stomach. The feeling was slowly taking over his entire body, it was like a drug, and now he needed more.

“Lumine… it feels good, ahh…”

The traveler smiled against his skin. They were making progress.

“Lumine. I think I’m ready.”

“Mhm?”

“Yes. You… won’t need to go easy on me.”

“Well, I’m still going to make this as comfortable as I can.”

He smiled imperceptibly, nothing but pure love in his eyes. He gave a slight nod of his head to encourage her. “Come inside… Lumine.”

Her finger found itself back where it was earlier, circling the hole before slowly sliding in. Her body was moving on its own, as if it was on autopilot.

“N-ngh…”

She gradually pushed her finger deeper, observing his face to make sure it wasn’t too overwhelming for him. “Is this okay?”

“You’ve got to call me ma’am for that”, Lumine said.

“In your dreams. I’m not calling you that,” he mumbled.

She chuckled. “I wasn’t serious, dummy.” And as proof, her finger went deeper. The wanderer instantly forgot Lumine had been teasing him.

“Oohh… nnh… just like that…”

Encouraged, the traveler kept rubbing his inner walls with care, searching for that one spot that would have her Kuni crying out in pleasure.

The wanderer was lost in a trance-like state. His ocean eyes were unfocused and teary, and a bit of drool could be spotted at the corner of his mouth.

When Lumine’s skilled lips made contact with his clit, pressing a loving kiss on it, Kuni’s eyes went wide and he whimpered slightly in surprise. He lost his composure once again when she began to give it the softest kitten licks, sloppily throwing his leg over Lumine’s shoulder, making it easier to buck his pussy right into her mouth as she licked at his hardened clit.

“Haah… ma’am, feels so good…”

The traveler could feel blood rushing to her cheeks. And her crotch.

She was feeling like his pleasure was the only purpose of her life. She lapped up all the delicious juices that came out of him, her gentle licks turning into messy and frantic sucks.

And the wanderer, oh, he was long gone. Weakly holding Lumine’s free hand, occasionally squeezing it when he felt like the pleasure was too much for his body to handle, he’d never felt as good as he was feeling now. His head thrown back in heavenly bliss, resting on the blanket he had used to lie to the traveler and get this in exchange— oh, it’d been so worth it, he kept thinking. He would have done it again and again if it meant feeling the same pleasure he was feeling now.

The traveler was so gentle with him. Did he even deserve her gentleness?

“Kuni? Are you feeling alright?”

Warm juices trickled down her chin as she lifted her head from his crotch to make sure he was okay. Placing a hand on the underside of his thigh, she waited for his nod to start eating him out again.

“I’m feeling... a little more than alright.”

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